“To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.”
Jean Genet book The Thief's Journal
The Thief's Journal (1949)
“To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.”
Jean Genet book The Thief's Journal
The Thief's Journal (1949)
Jeremy Bentham (1748–1832) British philosopher, jurist, and social reformer
Théorie des peines et des récompenses (1811); translation by Richard Smith, The Rationale of Reward, J. & H. L. Hunt, London, 1825, Bk. 3, Ch. 1
Context: Judges of elegance and taste consider themselves as benefactors to the human race, whilst they are really only the interrupters of their pleasure … There is no taste which deserves the epithet good, unless it be the taste for such employments which, to the pleasure actually produced by them, conjoin some contingent or future utility: there is no taste which deserves to be characterized as bad, unless it be a taste for some occupation which has mischievous tendency.
Bertrand Russell (1872–1970) logician, one of the first analytic philosophers and political activist
Source: 1950s, Portraits from Memory and Other Essays (1956), p. 198
“Respect is one of the most elegant and cultural choices a human being can make.”
Prevale (1983) Italian DJ and producer
Original: (it) Il rispetto è una delle scelte più eleganti e culturali che un essere umano possa fare.
Source: prevale.net
Fernando J. Corbató (1926–2019) American computer scientist
Source: On Building Systems That Will Fail (1991), p. 80
Han Han (1982) Chinese writer and racing driver
From Han Han's blog: Beginning from today, I shall be a cheap man. <br class="br"> 从今天起,做一个低俗的人 http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4701280b0100gnj4.html
“Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility.”
Jean Cocteau (1889–1963) French poet, novelist, dramatist, designer, boxing manager and filmmaker
Diary of an Unknown (1988), On Invisibility
Context: Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility. In that case, you ask me, of what use is it? Of no use. Who will see it? No one. Which does not prevent it from being an outrage to modesty, though its exhibitionism is squandered on the blind. It is enough for poetry to express a personal ethic, which can then break away in the form of a work. It insists on living its own life. It becomes the pretext for a thousand misunderstandings that go by the name of glory...