“The finest works of art are precious, among other reasons, because they make it possible for us to know, if only imperfectly and for a little while, what it actually feels like to think subtly and feel nobly.”
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I think it’s often because they make us forget.
The finest works of art make us forget? I’m sorry. I’m not understanding you. Would you elaborate please?
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When I am lucky enough to encounter the finest poetry, music or painting it immediately grabs my attention and absorbs me. The world falls away and I become consumed by the art. In this absorption, this being engrossed, I forget everything. Art engulfs the field. For a savoury moment there is only art.
Yeat’s poetry does this to me – ‘The stolen child’ is the most prominent example in my mind.