May 18, 2009

Letter to Young Writers

As outrageously vain as it may be for me to write this when I'm barely published myself, I'd like to share a few things I've learned as someone who's been trying to be a writer for several years now.

In order to have the best shot of being a successful writer, I've found that people need three things:

1. An interesting life

I can't stress this enough. Henry Thoreau put it best: "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." If you want to be a craftsman rather than an artist, by all means to go to journalism school or a creative writing program, and be satisfied with what you learn there. No disrespect -- there's a place for craftsmen in the writing world. But if your work is to be truly original rather than derivative, you'll have to go out in the world and take a few on the chin. Some people can have deep experiences sitting in a cave. Others, like me, only learn the hard way. But the best art requires a certain depth of experience, and it is often born of genuine struggle. This is, perhaps, why I enjoy Mozart but adore Beethoven. Mozart may be a genius, but Beethoven is a force of nature.

2. Humility

A writer needs a rare combination of confidence and humility in order to do well. If you do it right, confidence and humility are two sides of the same coin -- a realization that you are fundamentally no better than anyone else, but also no worse -- that you deserve the same respect as a child who's genuinely trying his or her best at something hard. You'll never see me disrespect a child who'd genuinely trying, so why should I tolerate myself or anyone else disrespecting me?

3. Doggedness

An anthropology professor told a class during my freshman year, "Every profession has its potsherds." Every serious profession, whether it's scientist, anthropologist, doctor, or writer, has aspects that are tedious and ego-destroying. But this is part of the fire that forges you into a more genuine person. Those incredibly rare prodigies who can sit down and dash out deathless prose are missing out on the hard work the rest of us have to do. For most of us, it's like any other difficult endeavor. No one expects anyone to come out and win a gold medal or play a concerto without hours and years of often tedious and humbling practice and, more often than not, failure. But if you love it, you know, and you keep on, confident, humble, dogged, and interesting.

February 27, 2009

Two poems

Diamond Emerald

The whole reason
we love jewels
is because
they remind us
dimly
of sunlight
through trees.

(Jan? 2009)


What I've Learned

I don’t believe in hate.
I don’t believe in hell.
There’s only love,
and fear of loss,
And that works just as well.

(20 Feb 2009)

January 9, 2009

Leonard Cohen Song for Palestine

Songs that are too political tend to have a deadening effect on me somehow. This song is just about everything. Including Gaza, though that couldn't have been the intent. It made me feel just a little bit luminous, just for a little while.


Anthem

by Leonard Cohen

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned,
they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.