After setting up an efficient creative process, what the creative professional must do immediately is find a way to give vent to their spontaneous mental manifestations, or rather, he must find a way to transform them mechanically into something artistically acceptable, so that he avoids not only losing them, but getting lost in the confusion of a myriad of imprecise and disconnected ideas, the sight of which will more easily lead him to paralysis than to action.
“Cosa odiosissima è il parlar molto di se”
It is true that, as Leopardi rightly noted, “cosa odiosissima è il parlar molto di se”. However, it cannot be denied that lyric poetry in the first person, in addition to the excellent rhyming possibilities provided by the verbs, achieves a degree of closeness between the lyrical self and the reader that is difficult to achieve in any other way. Whether or not there is identification between the two, there is something in this half-confessional tone that removes, at least apparently, some of the artificiality of the expression, making it more authentic, and therefore more powerful. Like Leopardi, it is good to avoid that unpleasant first person; like Leopardi, one must assume it for the sake of expression.
Nothing Is More Destructive to the Conscience…
Nothing is more destructive to the conscience than the daily practice of a meaningless act, the consequences of which are not experienced by the person who carried it out. The resulting detachment from reality is so extreme that it ends up annulling the notion of the individual, also annulling morality and the possibility of evolution. If one does not recognize oneself, one does not recognize the other, one does not recognize the past, one does not recognize life. The need to live therefore disappears.
No Virtue Can Flourish Without…
No virtue can flourish without this strange, instinctive feeling of duty and responsibility that conscience always makes a point of expressing. Curiously, modernity, by massifying man, making him live in ever more populous cities, providing him with ever smaller spaces and tasks, has not only annulled this feeling, but transformed it into one of insignificance. Modern man lives in a space he did not conquer, in a house he did not build, spending his life on tasks whose real purpose, if he does not ignore it, is devoid of his personal stamp. One cannot accept charges for what one experiences as disconnection.