A professor of writing once told his class that a good project would be to write a sonnet every day for a year. It was absolutely impossible, he said, to write 365 bad sonnets in a row. I've always wondered if he was right.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The Awful Uncertainty of the Artist
Maybe this is it: the depression/mental illness that will finally make my work (and life) meaningful saleable interesting.
Poet's Noet: this might be read as at least half satirical. :) I've been reading some "serious" literary stuff lately, and it always seems that in order to be serious you have to be mentally fucked up in some way, or the victim of a saleable tragedy.
But you know, when you have to explain the joke, something's wrong with the setup... :)
I got the joke, really. I was merely suggesting that, if indeed this round of depression/angst/etc WASN'T the one that provided your lucky break, then it just fruggin' sucks! Sheesh. I do have a bit of hyperbole in me yet, pal.
Ack! Sorry, I'm an idiot. I'm going to have to stop commenting on comments. It just reveals what an overly-sensitive-to-criticism tool I am. I'll be quiet from now on, I swear, I'll take it and like it. :)
4 comments:
Well, it just fruggin' sucks, then, doesn't it?
Poet's Noet: this might be read as at least half satirical. :) I've been reading some "serious" literary stuff lately, and it always seems that in order to be serious you have to be mentally fucked up in some way, or the victim of a saleable tragedy.
But you know, when you have to explain the joke, something's wrong with the setup... :)
I got the joke, really. I was merely suggesting that, if indeed this round of depression/angst/etc WASN'T the one that provided your lucky break, then it just fruggin' sucks! Sheesh. I do have a bit of hyperbole in me yet, pal.
Ack! Sorry, I'm an idiot. I'm going to have to stop commenting on comments. It just reveals what an overly-sensitive-to-criticism tool I am. I'll be quiet from now on, I swear, I'll take it and like it. :)
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