This love is silent.
From T. S. Eliot
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
So the lover must struggle for words.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.
There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.
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