The T. S. Eliot effect (How Not To Write, 1)
I am going to repeat myself here. Every artist that has stopped to theorise about the creative process, about What Art Ought to Be, reaches a simple and easy conclusion. Art ought to be what I do. Of course, I have no intention of being an exception. When I have written about why I like what I like, the result has been in the negative: instead of a list of things to do, I have a list of things that kill poetry. When I write (poetry or prose: it doesnt matter) there are a few things I always try to avoid. Good writing is often a matter of leaving things out; most of the stuff Ive read by bad or mediocre writers was so because of what was superfluous, not because of what was missing.
It probably sounds destructive, but in the hope of offending someone (oh yes, please, disagree), Im going to blog a number of effects, flaws to be avoided like the plague. This is the first one: the T. S. Eliot effect is a double-edged sword. It is impossible to write without having influences. Really impossible. Sometimes those influences are evident, sometimes less so. Influences are good. But if your work has influences that are both obvious _and_ obviously better than your creations, be careful. T.S. Eliots The Wasteland is a poem I used to hate because it screams
I WANT TO BE DANTE BUT IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
And whats the point of that?
(Brought to you by the composer of haikus who has stolen quotes straight out of Shakespeare, T. S. Eliot, Pink Floyd, Beowulf, William Butler Yeats and Amaral).
It probably sounds destructive, but in the hope of offending someone (oh yes, please, disagree), Im going to blog a number of effects, flaws to be avoided like the plague. This is the first one: the T. S. Eliot effect is a double-edged sword. It is impossible to write without having influences. Really impossible. Sometimes those influences are evident, sometimes less so. Influences are good. But if your work has influences that are both obvious _and_ obviously better than your creations, be careful. T.S. Eliots The Wasteland is a poem I used to hate because it screams
I WANT TO BE DANTE BUT IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
And whats the point of that?
(Brought to you by the composer of haikus who has stolen quotes straight out of Shakespeare, T. S. Eliot, Pink Floyd, Beowulf, William Butler Yeats and Amaral).
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