The Last Word Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards. Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals. What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven. A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. If it makes you cry, it goes in the show. I write music with an exclamation point! I can’t listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer Poland. It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues. Sometimes a great idea (or phrase, or metaphor) can pop out in the process like an unexpected twin during birth. Of course, it is very important to be sober when you take an exam. Many worthwhile careers in the street-cleansing, fruit-picking and subway-guitar-playing industries have been founded on a lack of understanding of this simple fact. An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generations. Rhythm is something you either have or don’t have, and when you have it, you have it all over. Beware the man of one book. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one’s nerves - which is the same thing nowadays. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Everywhere I go, I’m asked if I think the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. |
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