Tag: writing

It is strange to note the absolute irrationality of this duty that is often the inexhaustible and most potent fuel in the trajectory of great writers. When asked about the reason for so much effort and so much affliction, the answer of “I have to do it” does not seem sufficient, and even believable. An entire life, then, justified by something inexplicable… this is, no doubt, something apparently fragile; and yet, so it is.

The advantage of the intellectual who, like Boehme, devotes himself to shoes during the day is that he can write what he wants, when he wants and how he wants, also read what he wants for as long as he wants, and publish what he has written only if he wants. In short: freedom. No need to get involved in polemics, to please or submit to editors and other writers, no need to deal with reader-clients, no nothing. There are shoes that will always serve as intellectual deliverance. There is nothing to pay for that self-sufficiency and carefree feeling. Freedom, after all, is always dignity.

The role of creativity in a work is simply to direct the effort. This, and not that, is what will make the work come to fruition. Naturally, a work in which the first does not shine will seem weak: but it is still a finished work, something that will never have the one who idealizes the role of creativity, believing it capable of materializing without boring work. One stimulates the brain and it points out paths: the legs, however, are the ones to follow them.

Those moments when the mind unleashes weeks of creative work in a single burst are indescribable. It is amazing how the ideas shine with clarity and quickly pile up into sentences that become pages, until the point where they cease not because they are exhausted, but so that the eyes can admire, in disbelief, how productive the work session was. Everything is impressive, from the spontaneity to the abundance of manifestation, which takes place without the spirit seeming to exert itself as usual, and consequently takes place and generates no fatigue. Some artists have said that such an experience resembles a state of semi-lucidity, whereas a force beyond one’s control seems to do the work. Perhaps semi-lucidity is not the most appropriate term, since at such moments there is a pulsating sense of epiphany, and the mind seems lucid and clear as it has never been. And then, rare as they are, it is to make the most of them, rejoicing for as long as they last, and knowing that they will not always be available…