everyone is too literalist, serious, ponderous, explicit, competitive.
art is not sports. we run too fast & slow for sports - the umpires get befuddled.
I want to go back to my reading habits of, say, age 14-18.
I want to shuffle off the coils of anxiety & trouble, toil & stress. back to when reading & daydreaming were one.
art is not sports, but it's sort of a game - how to express things... pleasing, penetrating...
what I write is not me; furthermore, it's only an approximation. (see Nicholas of Cusa on that)
an equilibrium (the inner Law) lies behind good literature. implicit rightness. le mot juste.
a portion of sanity & civilization. salted with spiritual rigor (the steep).
don't jade your appetite with excess. don't tyrannize your own climate.
don't harp on what you like, because then I won't like it. Just leave the book lying around : maybe I'll pick it up.
8.10.2005
Labels:
adolescence,
aesthetics,
civilization,
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natural law,
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