Creating: A Life (A Fifty-Fifth Letter to a Young Imaginary Visual Poet)
Radisson Hotel Rochester Riverside, Room 817, Rochester, New York
It has been a long time since last I wrote. I haven't quite disappeared, as you can tell, but I've lowered myself a little more deeply into into a maelstrom of creation. I am not at all sure that this is a good thing, that such constant creativity leads to anything valuable, but I'm trapped between two aspects of my personality: my obsession with creation and my need to follow any path I've set for myself. And I've recently set ...
It has been a long time since last I wrote. I haven't quite disappeared, as you can tell, but I've lowered myself a little more deeply into into a maelstrom of creation. I am not at all sure that this is a good thing, that such constant creativity leads to anything valuable, but I'm trapped between two aspects of my personality: my obsession with creation and my need to follow any path I've set for myself. And I've recently set ...
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