Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (trans. Stephen Mitchell)
(Source: leopoldgursky, via palmersmedic)
You have been warned.
Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (trans. Stephen Mitchell)
(Source: leopoldgursky, via palmersmedic)