Chapter 55 introduce an artist

This short paragraph is not intended to introduce the art of a certain artist, but to introduce his "attitude" in fragments. ——Among many artists throughout the ages, I especially admire and admire them. The famous British actor J.H Baines wrote a biography of the famous Samuel Phe lps: "He has been a playwright for forty-three years. The photo given to outsiders, he has not participated in all the banquets of outsiders. Only when the curtain was lifted, he was extremely loyal and brave, and went forward to work for the masses. "In 1876 Phil Boss, himself addressing the welcome of the theatrical circles at Alderman Cotton's House, 'I have served the public for forty-three years as a playwright; What interests you, is this, that I, indeed, spoke the first words to an audience for the first time in my life, for my private conversations have never been recorded by any writer.'" Because the life of a playwright is a bit mysterious, if we often communicate with the outside world with our true colors in private, then performing on stage will definitely reduce the power to move the audience a lot. I urgently want to change my temper. "

Mysterious life, not just acting as a playwright? ——What makes Phil Boss so admirable is that behind his emotional life, he holds a kind of cold rationality.He is deep, he is calm, and he does not show off himself. While listening to the praise of countless audiences, he quietly strives for his art. He has a bright future ahead of him, and he knows that the handover with the outside world is in vain, which is to degrade his own art and reduce the power to move the audience.He only communicated with countless people with a mysterious and solemn face when the curtain was lifted, but after stepping down, he went to live his own life of fishing in a deserted village.

He maintained this mysterious and calm attitude—for forty-three years. Only this mysterious and calm attitude can always promote his art, and can always maintain the moving power of his art, because he is not like other dramatists who throw themselves into the audience, receive unnecessary praise, and ask for their own sake. Enthusiasm for progress reveals its true colors, which impresses people several times and makes them tired of getting used to it. Phil Boss is more than deep?More than calm?He is extremely intelligent, so he has superior knowledge and far-sightedness. O rudimentary artist!Are you willing to have profound attainments?Are you willing to make a great contribution?Please look at the "attitude" of this great artist Phil Boss!

Mysterious life, not just acting as a playwright? ——Ten, Six, 1921 The Last Messenger The poet fell down at the feet of the king of the gods and prayed: "God! You have endowed me with a unique talent, made my poetic thinking overflow, and made my writing Thousands of readers have been shocked. But when I observe carefully, what they get from my poems is only melancholy, boredom, and sadness. For human beings and the world, they are only some discouraged and hopeless influences. God, is this my only mission?If this is your will, how dare I ask for it?I just ask you to think about the countless young people and the future world. "

In the fog of light, the god fluttered his icy silk robe, supported the silver staff, and listened to his prayer with lowered eyebrows——the god pondered leisurely, and smiled slightly: "From the beginning of the world to the end of the world, this end is emptiness and darkness." , the other end is misty and chaotic. Human life only flies from here to there like an arrow, and it is not clear when it comes and goes. Therefore, sadness is part of it, and happiness is abnormal. How many suns and moons can a person have? It is his enlightenment, why not clear his mind? Get up and go!"

The poet still knelt on the cold stone and said: "God, you also said that how many suns and moons a person can have, but unfortunately he can't tell when he comes and goes. Why don't you make him crazy, make him intoxicated, and make him forget this point?" What about the sorrow in my heart? If you help me, I will take on this mission with all my heart." God pondered leisurely, slowly raised the silver stick, pointed to the poet's heart, and said clearly: "Now, I bestow you with infinite wisdom, so that you, the messengers of onyx and pearl tassels like me, can have a good relationship with you in your heart. Deep contact, I let you reveal all the mysteries of the universe, write all the deep thoughts of human beings, and see if you can cover up the boredom of life. Well, get up and go!"

At this time, countless envoys in feather robes come out from the light, hold hands, go around in a circle, and sing the song of other gods. Finally, it raised its wings, flew away from the divine light, and hid itself in the mortal world. ——Seeing them go, the poet prayed contentedly: "God, please help me forever." The poet sat in the shade under the tree, and the raindrops hit his heart, and he wrote a very long poem without stopping.He carried the poem and gave it to a young man first. When the young man read it, he sobbed and praised silently, and said, "Your poem is wonderful; it has revealed all the mysteries of the universe and written all the deep thoughts of human beings. But how did it increase my endless boredom?"

The poet took the poem and went back sadly.He began to curse the messenger of rain. The angel of rain appeared before him and said, "O poet, do not blame me. I was a drop of dew on the tree of life, but when it fell on the ground, I became tears of sympathy, to make thousands sad. " So the messenger flew away. The poet sits up in the middle of the night, and the light of the stars and the moon shines on his heart.The poet became a poem again, and immediately sent it to an old friend of his. The reply came and said: "Your poem is very good. You know that life is like a dream, and the coming and going are not clear. When the night comes, where is the happiness?"

The poet tears the poem to pieces and curses the messenger of the night. The messenger of the night bowed his head and said: "I can only use ten thousand threads of trouble, thread them with stars, and form a beaded net that covers the sky to envelop the death and disappointment of the whole world. I can only hang them to reflect joys and sorrows." The mirror of the moon, showing the boundless generosity and depression of the past and present, to touch the sorrow of mankind." The messenger of the night flew away too. The poet walked to the water and sat down, and saw the flowers on the other side from the water.Flowers and water are reflected in the heart.The poet's talents and talents worked hard, and it became a long song, which he handed to a daughter who was washing clothes by the water.

She read it several times and burst into tears.Said: "Sir, is this a poem you wrote? This is what I often have in my heart, why can't I say it? But you said it for me, why is my heart so moved? I understand, It turns out..." The poet turned around and left without waiting for her to finish speaking. The poet stood silently leaning against the window. The messenger of water appeared ripplingly and said: "Poet, what is this? I flowed day and night, conveying the years of human beings and the deeds of rise and fall, and returned to the vast sea." The messenger of the flower said with a bright smile: "Poet, you have misused me. I just vent the aura of the universe, and make it appear colorful; I come out of the ground to touch the spirit orifices of the world."

The two messengers flew away hand in hand. The poet cursed all the messengers who came down to earth. ——In the end, he went to the king of the gods in shame and sorrow, and the envoys who flew back were standing around the throne. God solemnly said: "I know your reason for coming! I was talking about you. The mysteries of the universe and the deep thinking of human beings can't cover up the boredom of life. Why don't these messengers of mine assist you anytime and anywhere? Why not the more you help, the more you will be cursed?" The poet fell down and wept and said: "God, you have pity on seeing their years of rushing arrows, and in order to complete my mission, why not let them go mad and intoxicated for a while? I know that the world is always empty, but why not let them Temporarily blinded?" God smiled slightly and said, "Forget it, I gave you the last messenger, who never grew up, but was only raised in the kingdom of Hong. Now you try to take him to the mortal world, maybe you can fulfill your wish.Only he can turn the poor mountains and rivers into bright flowers. But this is not true, everything in the world will be blurred! " The poet Jishou said: "I only want the world to be blurred and the world to be drunk; I only want to..." From the sky, a baby with snow-white wings flew gracefully, holding a golden axe, flying back in front of it, singing happily: "Poet! I am the messenger of hope, and now I have entered the world. Poets, follow me! " Thousands of messengers surrounded the great god and disappeared together amidst the singing of praise. Up to now, only this golden ax splits the darkness, destroys the sorrow, leads the young to hope for the future, and the old to hope for rebirth; blurs the past, rejects the present, and flashes the future; moves forward joyfully ——Towards the end of the boundless. A collection of novels and essays "Superman". )