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Lädt ... Mad Love (French Modernist Library) (Original 1937; 1988. Auflage)von André Breton (Autor), Mary Ann Caws (Übersetzer) vernaye | May 23, 2020 |    ) d.v. | May 16, 2023 |  ) tENTATIVELY | Apr 3, 2022 | You see, Breton wants to make an aesthetic statement, a kind of poetic manifesto as to what beauty and love would be in the context of surrealism. Being a surrealist, he can't just write some essay or manifesto (although he does do that in [b:Manifestoes of Surrealism|115164|Manifestoes of Surrealism|André Breton|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1472344999s/115164.jpg|110898]), he has to self-reflexively put into practice the artistic principles that underlie his philosophy. I'm rather sympathetic to the surrealist cause, but I'm yet to be convinced entirely by Breton. He seems a little bit too much like a politician to me, someone who comes across as leveraging his position for fame and power and reputation. That doesn't make what he has to say in Mad Love wrong, exactly, but it does make me suspicious of its ulterior motives. What it comes down to is this: Breton is at his best when he speaks directly and simply. The book's most memorable lines - its concluding sentence, for instance, which everyone quotes, or some of his more lucid statements in the beginning about the nature of compulsive beauty - are how he should have written the whole book. The rambling parts about strolling through Paris with Giacometti or wandering through Tenerife are indeed poetic and, if you are in the right mood, lovely and lyrical, but my current mood is that I want meat, content, substance into which I can sink my teeth. From that perspective, Mad Love was a bone that simply did not contain enough meat to satisfy me. ( ) vernaye | May 23, 2020 | Mad Love is somewhere between an extended essay and a prose poem that both illustrates and explains Breton’s preoccupations—“the dominion of the senses,” celebration of the spontaneous and the unforeseeable, the paradoxical cultivation of “chance.” The Surrealist—in art, love, and nature—favors spontaneous creativity over willed perfection, excavation of the accidental over the “imperious concern for equilibrium.” A fundamental tenet of Surrealism is that one can transform the world by transforming one’s perception of the world. Enlightenment converges on a shadowy point, blurring the distinction between the natural and the artificial. The Surrealist prefers the staging of the ritual to the ritual itself, not the rare bird but the small red feather in the headdress of a Hawaiian chieftain. How can one ever after conjure that initial state of mind aroused by the odd poetic moment of convulsive beauty? If that question makes sense to you, then reading Mad Love will be its own reward. ( ) HectorSwell | Aug 28, 2013 | ) jburlinson | Feb 22, 2009 | Zeige 5 von 5 |
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You see, Breton wants to make an aesthetic statement, a kind of poetic manifesto as to what beauty and love would be in the context of surrealism. Being a surrealist, he can't just write some essay or manifesto (although he does do that in [b:Manifestoes of Surrealism|115164|Manifestoes of Surrealism|André Breton|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1472344999s/115164.jpg|110898]), he has to self-reflexively put into practice the artistic principles that underlie his philosophy.
I'm rather sympathetic to the surrealist cause, but I'm yet to be convinced entirely by Breton. He seems a little bit too much like a politician to me, someone who comes across as leveraging his position for fame and power and reputation. That doesn't make what he has to say in Mad Love wrong, exactly, but it does make me suspicious of its ulterior motives.
What it comes down to is this: Breton is at his best when he speaks directly and simply. The book's most memorable lines - its concluding sentence, for instance, which everyone quotes, or some of his more lucid statements in the beginning about the nature of compulsive beauty - are how he should have written the whole book. The rambling parts about strolling through Paris with Giacometti or wandering through Tenerife are indeed poetic and, if you are in the right mood, lovely and lyrical, but my current mood is that I want meat, content, substance into which I can sink my teeth. From that perspective, Mad Love was a bone that simply did not contain enough meat to satisfy me. (