The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time. And the occasional success, to the striver, is worth everything. There is no other way work of artistic worth can be done. Rejoice even more if I do not arrive at all. If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive. It does not extend to the lost button, or the beans in the pot. My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.
The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. Part paean to nature and part meditation on the writing life, this elegant and simply written book is a neo-Romantic celebration of life and the pursuit of art that is sure to enchant Oliver’s many admirers. I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc. “The working, concentrating artist is an adult who refuses interruption from himself, who remains absorbed and energized in and by the work - who is thus responsible to the work… Serious interruptions to work, therefore, are never the inopportune, cheerful, even loving interruptions which come to us from another.
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