Summer grasses:A thoughtful, inspiring string of words is a work of art, and just like all other art, represents the most unique thing about humanity. Animals care for each other and share experiences, but what other animal can use a few symbols to connect across centuries and cultures and tell you to sing like you aren't dying?
all that remains of great soldiers’
imperial dreams
Nothing in the cryWords aren't nothing. Words are how we transmit our mistakes and ideas and hopes and tragedies and joys to the future. Words are everything.
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
You ask whether your verses are good. You ask me. You have asked others before. You send them to magazines. You compare them with other poems, and you are disturbed when certain editors reject your efforts. Now (since you have allowed me to advise you) I beg you to give up all that. You are looking outward, and that above all you should not do now. Nobody can counsel you, nobody. There is only one single way. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledges to yourself whether you would have to die if it were denied you to write. This above all—ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.It's a sweet notion but in fact some writers are motivated by glory. Some do it because it's fun. Some very good writers I know are trying to figure out how not to be writers because it doesn't seem like it will be a fun life. A good friend of mine, a young playwright whose every play wins an award, doesn't seem to particularly be all that into writing, less so reading. She's just extremely smart and has exquisite aesthetic and linguistic sensibilities. Some good places to start if you're interested in an antidote to the Rilke quoted above are Wilde's “The Decay of Lying” and Nabokov's Lectures on Literature.
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