/lit/ - Literature

>Do you think that Corneille, Moliere, Racine, who are popular among the crowds, are popular? No, they aren't. Their name perhaps but for their verses? No. The crowd has read them once, without understanding them. And so who rereads them? Artists alone.
The rabble have no right to admire him.

>Everything thing that is sacred, like beauty, and wishes to remain sacred, envelops itself in mystery. Religions veil themselves from the masses and unveil themselves to the few who are worthy of initiation; art does this as well.

>like anything that is beautiful, poetry forces admiration; but this admiration shall be far-off, vague, stupid, if it comes from the crowd. Thanks to general sensation, this unheard of and fruitful idea will germinate within many minds to the point of becoming indispensable: it must be taught in Universities, and like anything that is taught to the masses, poetry shall be lowered to the rank of science. Poetry shall be explained to all equally, egalitarian, because it is truly difficult to distinguish upon which student shall shine the star of the sibylline muse.

>>14950296
Mallarmé es cien veces mas maduro y profundo que ese maricón

>>14810964
>Putting English above French
That man had no soul.

âme angelique, salut.

>>14731758
>All sacred things and that which wishes to remain sacred envelops itself in mystery. Religions veil themselves behind arcane altars from the profane: art does the same.

>Like that which is absolutely beautiful, poetry forces admiration; but this admiration will be far-off, vague -- stupid, since it comes from the crowd. Thanks to this general sensation, an unheard of and energetic thought will plant seeds into the minds of the masses. Then, it will become so indispensable that it will have to be taught in universities. Irresistibly, like that which is shown to the many, poetry will be reduced to a science. It will be explained equally, the same to all, because it is difficult to distinguish among the masses the one whose soul has been touched by the Sylvan muse to create.

>Should a philosopher have ambition to be known by the masses, I admire him. He doesn't close off the emanations of the Truth in his mind; he shares them, letting fall between his fingers rays of light. But for a poet, he who loves the Beautiful which is inaccessible to the crowds, is not happy in being closed off within the Sahara of art annoys me, I don't understand it.