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It is Art because it is alive. It proves that, if you and I are to create at all, we must create with today and let all the Art schools and Medicis in the universe go hang themselves with yesterdays rope. It teaches us that we have made a profound error in trying to learn Art, since whatever Art stands for is whatever cannot be learned. Indeed, the Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself; and the agony of the Artist, far from being the result of the worlds failure to discover and appreciate him, arises from his own personal struggle to discover, to appreciate and finally to express himself. Look into yourself, reader; for you must find Art there, if at all.
from E. E. Cummings, "The Agony of the Artist (with a Capital A)." Vanity Fair. 2 (April 1927): 68 & 98.
from E. E. Cummings, "The Agony of the Artist (with a Capital A)." Vanity Fair. 2 (April 1927): 68 & 98.