He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do - he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and politics. And yet, when his hostess had introduced them and left, he found himself still holding the hand he had kissed, looking into soft brown eyes that drowned his soul. And without further thought or hesitation had said, 'God help me, I am in love with you.
Manet wanted one day to paint my wife and children. Renoir was there. He took a canvas and began painting them, too. After a while, Manet took me aside and whispered, 'You're on very good terms with Renoir and take an interest in his future - do advise him to give up painting! You can see for yourself that it's not his metier at all.
J'ai un but, une te¢che, disons le mot, une passion. Le metier d'ecrire en est une violente et presque indestructible." ("I have an object, a task, let me say the word, a passion. The profession of writing is a violent and almost indestructible one.") [Letter to Jules Boucoiran, 4 March 1831]
Je voudrais te rejoindre dans l'ideal d'un art simple, accessible, qui charme d'abord, bouleverse ensuite. Comme toi, je crois que la science, le metier, l'erudition, la virtuosite technique doivent disparae®tre sous l'apparence d'un naturel aimable.Il nous faut plaire avant tout, mais plaire sans complaire, en fuyant les recettes eprouvees. en refusant de flatter les emotions convenues, en elevant, pas en abaissant. Plaire, c'est-e -dire interesser, intriguer, soutenir l'attention, donner du plaisir, procurer des emotions, du rire aux larmes en passant par les frissons, emmener loin, ailleurs...
I am alive to a usual objection to what is clearly part of my programme for the metier of poetry. The objection is that the doctrine requires a ridiculous amount of erudition (pedantry), a claim which can be rejected by appeal to the lives of poets in any pantheon. It will even be affirmed that much learning deadens or perverts poetic sensibility. While, however, we persist in believing that a poet ought to know as much as will not encroach upon his necessary receptivity and necessary laziness, it is not desirable to confine knowledge to whatever can be put into a useful shape for examinations, drawing rooms, or the still more pretentious modes of publicity. Some can absorb knowledge, the more tardy must sweat for it. Shakespeare acquired more essential history from Plutarch than most men could from the whole British Museum. What is to be insisted upon is that the poet must develop this consciousness throughout his career. What happens is a continual surrender of himself as he is at the moment to something which is more valuable. The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
Joseph Voile c'que c'est, mon vieux Joseph Que d'avoir pris la plus jolie Parmi les filles de Galilee Celle qu'on appelait Marie Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph Prendre Sarah ou Deborah Et rien ne serait arrive Mais tu as prefere Marie Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph Rester chez toi, tailler ton bois Plute´t que d'aller t'exiler Et te cacher avec Marie Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph Faire des petits avec Marie Et leur apprendre ton metier Comme ton pe¨re te l'avait appris Pourquoi a-t-il fallu, Joseph Que ton enfant, cet innocent Ait eu ces etranges idees Qui ont tant fait pleurer Marie Parfois je pense e toi, Joseph Mon pauvre ami, lorsque l'on rit De toi qui n'avais demande Qu'e vivre heureux avec Marie