sábado, 5 de abril de 2014

Born as poetry, language was afterwards twisted to serve as a sign.

"Reading" films became fashionable thirty years ago, nonetheless, when semiotics declared that everything is a sign signifying something it itself is not. Everything, thus defined, acquired eluctability. In compensation semiology turned to genres, conventions and ideologies, to systems of signs, to "language".

To this tendency one of the founders of historicism, Benedetto Croce, said no a century ago. True language or "poetry," he said (meaning Art in general), has no signs. A sign is a sign because it stands for something other than itself; but poetry stands only for itself.

C'est n'est pas un hasard; c'est de la science.

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bruno andrade disse...

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

- William Butler Yeats

bruno andrade disse...

“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.”

- T.S. Eliot, The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism

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