11-25-2016, 05:55 PM
Girls don't really fall for poetry, and women only rarely. But goddesses? God, grant me a Katharine Hepburn!
I like to think all of what I do should eventually lead to a book, which itself should be practice for some sort of epic, which itself should be practice for some sort of poetic webcomic or animated television miniseries. I'm glad to choke on all this youthful optimism, especially while I'm young -- although maybe that's what "myself" forgets, to try her hand on something suicidally big? That way, even if it's terrible, the arrogance is justified -- for one, at some point someone big is gonna love it, and for another, making something that big is feat enough. Like, say, Henry Darger.
It might be that at some point, writing for the self just won't cut it anymore*. Maybe art's a progression, and one moves from the broadly aesthetic, to the broadly social, to the broadly spiritual -- and, barring circumstance, the river feels blocked only because it's time for the salmon to leap.
* -- but consider writing as separate from publishing. Henry Darger never published, Emily Dickinson rarely.
---- man, the call for trying my hand at love poetry again is growing louder.
I like to think all of what I do should eventually lead to a book, which itself should be practice for some sort of epic, which itself should be practice for some sort of poetic webcomic or animated television miniseries. I'm glad to choke on all this youthful optimism, especially while I'm young -- although maybe that's what "myself" forgets, to try her hand on something suicidally big? That way, even if it's terrible, the arrogance is justified -- for one, at some point someone big is gonna love it, and for another, making something that big is feat enough. Like, say, Henry Darger.
It might be that at some point, writing for the self just won't cut it anymore*. Maybe art's a progression, and one moves from the broadly aesthetic, to the broadly social, to the broadly spiritual -- and, barring circumstance, the river feels blocked only because it's time for the salmon to leap.
* -- but consider writing as separate from publishing. Henry Darger never published, Emily Dickinson rarely.
---- man, the call for trying my hand at love poetry again is growing louder.