Ghost of Gertrude Stein here
I was a den mother of sorts to the most famous of the lost generation writers,
who excelled in their prose and failed in life.
Perhaps it was because they stumbled so badly in the war
or in their struggle to get published that they grew too focused on their steps.
or in their struggle to get published that they grew too focused on their steps.
Everybody knows if you are too careful.
You are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.
One must dare to be happy,
After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes
is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is
inside themselves.
That is why writers have to have two countries,
the
one where they belong and the one in which they live really.
The second
one is romantic, is separate from themselves, it is not real but it
is really there.
Your truth will come to you if you but let it come.
If the communication is perfect,
and that is all there is to good writing,
putting down on the
paper words
which dance and weep and make love and fight and kiss and perform miracles.
which dance and weep and make love and fight and kiss and perform miracles.
And while you pursue your dream,
learn from my Lost Generation
and do not let it become the nightmare of those closest to you.
learn from my Lost Generation
and do not let it become the nightmare of those closest to you.
Excelling at prose and failing at life doesn't sound fun! Perhaps there's a middle ground between these two countries?
ReplyDeleteThat's what I'm hoping for, Patsy! :-)
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