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From:
Agustin Rivera
Date:
April 1, 2002 11:42
Subject:
Re: Equivalent Linux tool to ppm
Message ID:
001301c1d9b3$2d329e70$11767f18@retaliator
perl -MCPAN -e shell

----- Original Message -----
From: "Sean Hoskin" <SHoskin@WSGC.com>
To: <beginners@perl.org>
Sent: Monday, April 01, 2002 11:13 AM
Subject: Equivalent Linux tool to ppm


> Is their a tool similar to ppm for Linux (Unix)?
>
> "You use a Windows machine and the golden rule is: Save, and save often.
> It's scary how people have grown used to the idea that computers are
> unreliable when it is not the computer at all - it's the operating system
> that just doesn't cut it." - Linus Torvalds
>
> Sean Hoskin,
> Technical Lead
> E-Application Development
> Williams-Sonoma, Inc.
> 151 Union Street - IH1
> San Francisco, CA 94111
>  <mailto:shoskin@wsgc.com> shoskin@wsgc.com
> (415)402-4775
>
> /* The instinct which creates the arts is not the same as that which
> produces art. The creative instinct is, in its final analysis and in its
> simplest terms, an enormous extra vitality, a super-energy, born
> inexplicably in an individual, a vitality great beyond all the needs of
his
> own living - an energy which no single life can consume. This energy
> consumes itself then in creating more life, in the form of music,
painting,
> writing, or whatever is its most natural medium of expression. Nor can the
> individual keep himself from this process, because only by its full
function
> is he relieved of the burden of this extra and peculiar energy - an energy
> at once physical and mental, so that all his senses are more alert and
more
> profound than another man's, and all his brain more sensitive and
quickened
> to that which his senses reveal to him in such abundance that actuality
> overflows into imagination. It is a process proceeding from within. It is
> the heightened activity of every cell of his being, which sweeps not only
> himself, but all human life about him, or in him, in his dreams, into the
> circle of its activity.
>
> >From the product of this activity, art is deducted - but not by him. The
> process which creates is not the process which deduces the shapes of art.
> The defining of art, therefore, is a secondary and not a primary process.
> And when one born for the primary process of creation, as the novelist is,
> concerns himself with the secondary process, his activity becomes
> meaningless. When he begins to make shapes and styles and techniques and
new
> schools, then he is like a ship stranded upon a reef whose propeller,
whirl
> wildly as it will, cannot drive the ship onward. Not until the ship is in
> its element again can it regain its course.
>
> And for the novelist the only element is human life as he finds it in
> himself or outside himself. The sole test of his work is whether or not
his
> energy is producing more of that life. Are his creatures alive? That is
the
> only question. And who can tell him? Who but those living human beings,
the
> people? Those people are not absorbed in what art is or how it is made-are
> not, indeed, absorbed in anything very lofty, however good it is. No, they
> are absorbed only in themselves, in their own hungers and despairs and
joys
> and above all, perhaps, in their own dreams. These are the ones who can
> really judge the work of the novelist, for they judge by that single test
of
> reality. And the standard of the test is not to be made by the device of
> art, but by the simple comparison of the reality of what they read, to
their
> own reality.
>
> I have been taught, therefore, that though the novelist may see art as
cool
> and perfect shapes, he may only admire them as he admires marble statues
> standing aloof in a quiet and remote gallery; for his place is not with
> them. His place is in the street. He is happiest there. The street is
noisy
> and the men and women are not perfect in the technique of their expression
> as the statues are. They are ugly and imperfect, incomplete even as human
> beings, and where they come from and where they go cannot be known. But
they
> are people and therefore infinitely to be preferred to those who stand
upon
> the pedestals of art. */ -Pearl Buck, Nobel Lecture
>
>


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