> I won’t change the world in any memorable way and I won’t leave a lasting mark on the world, but I won’t let myself shrink into myself either.
I have much of the same fatalism in the first phrase. For what it's worth, here's another vote of support that you should keep writing, from someone who appreciates what you put into the world :)
loved reading this! i am reminded of Jhumpa Lahiri's In Other Words, where she grapples with a similar thought. she contemplates the impossibility of reaching the heights of those who came before her, comparing her work to literary masterpieces, and she concludes that the “awareness of impossibility is central to the creative impulse.”, she marvels at those unattainable heights and says “Without a sense of marvel at things, without wonder, one can't create anything."
i loved that, the idea that creation itself is fuelled by the wonder the mountain inspires, the very mountain we struggle to climb.
i admire that you're gifted with the ability to marvel at the world and its experiences, and translate it into your prose, only you could contrast Hamlet's soliloquy to this experience, exercise with art, and inquire into what lets you extend beyond, isn't that exactly what artists do? ((i also liked how you used the evolution of “True Love Waits” to recontextualize how people/art/meaning change over time)) it's beautiful, it's interesting, it's inspiring, despite not tracing prickly edges (???) i enjoy reading Splash and i'm happy that i’d get to enjoy it a little longer, poetry or prose, keep going :D
This was pretty real - often times I question the purpose of making art - how valuable is it if it’s not good enough or no one sees it or both happening at once. It’s a weird tension where we make it for ourselves but consequently also others at the same time
Oh man, this really resonated:
> I won’t change the world in any memorable way and I won’t leave a lasting mark on the world, but I won’t let myself shrink into myself either.
I have much of the same fatalism in the first phrase. For what it's worth, here's another vote of support that you should keep writing, from someone who appreciates what you put into the world :)
loved reading this! i am reminded of Jhumpa Lahiri's In Other Words, where she grapples with a similar thought. she contemplates the impossibility of reaching the heights of those who came before her, comparing her work to literary masterpieces, and she concludes that the “awareness of impossibility is central to the creative impulse.”, she marvels at those unattainable heights and says “Without a sense of marvel at things, without wonder, one can't create anything."
i loved that, the idea that creation itself is fuelled by the wonder the mountain inspires, the very mountain we struggle to climb.
i admire that you're gifted with the ability to marvel at the world and its experiences, and translate it into your prose, only you could contrast Hamlet's soliloquy to this experience, exercise with art, and inquire into what lets you extend beyond, isn't that exactly what artists do? ((i also liked how you used the evolution of “True Love Waits” to recontextualize how people/art/meaning change over time)) it's beautiful, it's interesting, it's inspiring, despite not tracing prickly edges (???) i enjoy reading Splash and i'm happy that i’d get to enjoy it a little longer, poetry or prose, keep going :D
ahh i love the lahiri quotes and am humbled by your praise!! thank you for your longterm support!!
This was pretty real - often times I question the purpose of making art - how valuable is it if it’s not good enough or no one sees it or both happening at once. It’s a weird tension where we make it for ourselves but consequently also others at the same time