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Certains grands se font, au besoin, une solitude dans la foule, Ă force dâindiffĂ©rence. Descartes se sent Ă©galement seul et libre dâesprit parmi lâagitation dâune vie de marchands ou « dans son poĂȘle ». Mais celui qui travaille vraiment dans la foule, avec les pensĂ©es et les habitudes de la foule, ne peut que rĂ©pĂ©ter du dĂ©jĂ dit et, comme on parle dans les lettres avec une modestie inconsciente, donner de la copie. Lâartiste sort de la solitude dĂšs quâil manque de matiĂšre Ă Ćuvrer ou de lâair pour Ćuvrer ; dĂšs quâil sent, Ă certain grincement de son travail, quâil fonctionne Ă vide. La lecture est une des façons les plus efficaces de sortir de la solitude.
La comĂ©die humaine ne prĂ©sente guĂšre des dĂ©nouements de justice. Le gĂ©nie nâa pas plus que la sagesse la naĂŻvetĂ© dâespĂ©rer les rĂ©compenses extĂ©rieures. Il sâĂ©tonnerait plutĂŽt quâon lui permette presque dâexister, quâau lieu de le tuer dâun coup on se contente indulgemment dâessayer de lâaffamer. Il se dĂ©brouille Ă cĂŽtĂ©, en souriant, et ne cherche point Ă se vendre. Et il admire de nâĂȘtre pas tout Ă fait Ă©crasĂ© par la haine et la jalousie du milieu. Quel que soit le milieu oĂč il vit.
De grands artistes ont obtenu le succĂšs immĂ©diat : ils avaient des parties basses et banales. Ce qui leur donna le succĂšs nuit Ă leur gloire. Le succĂšs immĂ©diat rĂ©sulte nĂ©cessairement dâun accord entre un talent et son milieu. Le talent est mĂ©diocre qui se trouve naturellement adaptĂ© Ă la mĂ©diocritĂ© de nâimporte quel milieu.
« Le gĂ©nie est une longue patience », dit Buffon. Il dit plus et mieux quâil ne croit. Il sait combien cette patience est joyeusement active ; il ignore combien elle est rĂ©fractaire aux rĂ©actions hostiles du milieu. Un secret du grand artiste câest de ne jamais se soucier de lâopinion contemporaine.
Nos dĂ©sappointements viennent dâune mauvaise Ă©quation entre nos dĂ©sirs et les renoncements voisins dont il faut payer leur satisfaction. Le vĂ©ritable artiste a Ă©pousĂ© le temps contre son temps. Il prĂ©fĂšre les siĂšcles Ă son siĂšcle, toujours Ă maintenant, lâunivers Ă sa patrie, la beautĂ© Ă la vente et aux honneurs. Dans la rĂ©alisation mĂȘme de lâĆuvre, il sait les renoncements nĂ©cessaires il Ă©coute bien des dĂ©tails ingĂ©nieux et brillants ; il efface parfois Ă demi et attĂ©nue ; le secondaire quâil ne supprime point, il le subordonne et le fait servir Ă lâunitĂ©. Mais lâunitĂ© quâil cherche a toutes les souplesses de la vie, non la rigiditĂ© gĂ©omĂ©trique ou cadavĂ©rique.
Il est des sacrifices Ă quoi ne consent point lâartiste, ce grand sacrificateur. Lâharmonie est trop imparfaite si lâon sacrifie lâidĂ©e Ă la forme ou la forme Ă lâidĂ©e. IdĂ©e et forme, deux fantĂŽmes, dĂšs quâon les sĂ©pare, et que disperse un jour de soleil ou de vent. Unis dâune Ă©troite Ă©pousaille, voici quâils prennent la densitĂ© de lâĂ©ternel.
HAN RYNER.
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Some of the greats make for themselves, if necessary, a solitude in the crowd, by dint of indifference. Descartes feels equally alone and free-spirited among the hustle and bustle of a merchantâs life or âin his warm room.â But those who really work among the crowd, with the thoughts and habits of the crowd, can only repeat what has already been said and, as one says in letters with unconscious modesty, give copy. The artist comes out of solitude as soon as they lack material to work on or air to work with; as soon as they feel, from a certain creaking of their work, that they are running on empty. Reading is one of the most effective ways to escape from loneliness.
The human comedy hardly ever presents just outcomes. Genius is no more naive than wisdom in hoping for external rewards. It would instead be surprised that it was almost allowed to exist, that instead of killing it with one blow, we were indulgently content to try to starve it. It manages on the side, smiling, and does not try to sell itself. And it admires not being completely crushed by the hatred and jealousy of the environment. No matter where it lives.
Great artists have achieved immediate success: they have played low and banal parts. What gave them success harms their glory. Immediate success necessarily results from an agreement between a talent and its environment. It is a mediocre talent that is naturally adapted to the mediocrity of any milieu.
âGenius is nothing but great patience,â says Buffon. He says more and better than he believes. He knows how joyously active this patience is; he does not know how refractory it is to hostile reactions from the environment. A secret of the great artist is never to worry about contemporary opinion.
Our disappointments come from a bad equation between our desires and the neighboring renunciations whose satisfaction must be paid for. The true artist has espoused time against their time. They prefer centuries to their century, always to now, the universe to their homeland, beauty to sales and honors. In the very realization of the work, they know the necessary renunciations; they listen to many ingenious and brilliant details; they sometimes half-erase and attenuate; the secondary elements that they do not suppress, they subordinate and makes them serve the whole. But the unity they seek has all the suppleness of life, not geometric or cadaverous rigidity.
There are sacrifices to which the artist, this great sacrificer, does not consent. Harmony is too imperfect if the idea is sacrificed to the form or the form to the idea. Idea and form are but two phantoms, as soon as they are separated, and dispersed by a day of sun or wind. United in a tight nuptials, they take on the density of the eternal.
HAN RYNER.
Source: Libertarian-labyrinth.org