maybe fame is, after all is said and done, boring

This is the tree that lives just outside my window, and this is yesterday.  I've done nothing to amplify or affect the color of the leaves.  They are just like this, for now.



Sometimes I think about how my life could be bigger, my reach broader, my impact more lasting.  Sometimes I wish.  Sometimes I measure myself against impossible standards, or against something somebody said.  And then the light will change, and I'm reminded of how empty and meaningless that kind of questing is.



Today that light was these words about fame from Jack Gilbert, quoted in the New York Times obituary written by Bruce Weber. 

In 1962, Mr. Gilbert was a poetry star. He had won the Yale prize, and
the editor Gordon Lish had devoted an entire issue of the literary
journal Genesis West to him. Theodore Roethke, Stephen Spender and
Stanley Kunitz praised him in print. He was in demand as a reader. But
it didn’t take. 




“I enjoyed those six months of being famous,” he recalled in the Paris
Review interview. “Fame is a lot of fun, but it’s not interesting. I
loved being noticed and praised, even the banquets. But they didn’t have
anything that I wanted. After about six months, I found it boring.
There were so many things to do, to live. I didn’t want to be praised
all the time — I liked the idea, but I didn’t invest much in it.”