The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): CollectsTraubel, Horace
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The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): Collects
Traubel, Horace
American essays -- 20th century; Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
What are you doing with words?
Giving them to life or giving them to death? Making them counterfeit or
keeping them genuine? Not trying to get life from words? But rather
giving life to words? You merchants in words. You traders of dreams. You
who are always trying for art but who never try for love. You who always
estheticise with the elect but refuse to fraternize with the crowd. You
who go the way the wind blows. You who yield to art the tribute of life
instead of exacting for life the tribute of art. You who are the
climbers. You who would give up your souls for a phrase. You who would
rather write a pretty sentence. You who would rather have a style. You
who would rather be classified with the intellectuals. You who whatever
you are beg, borrow or steal your way into eminence. You distorters of
scripture. You criminals of words. You parricides of gospels. You
executioners of discovery. You smotherers of freedom. You writers who
are trying to write.
You writers who are trying to write. Stop trying to write. Then you can
write. Live. Let the writing take care of itself. Trust yourselves to
moods. Trust yourselves to words. Trust yourselves to what may happen.
Then something worth while will turn up. The man who argues about his
sins is sick. The artist who argues about his technique is sick. That
accounts for all the dead books. A man who's busy telling a story is
spending no time wondering how his English is. I wouldn't advise you to
study to be an artist? No. I'd rather have you study not to be an
artist. If you'll only let yourself alone your art will come. And if
you'll only let your art alone your life will come. In that perfect
result your spirit will triumph. But if you interfere with the fine
balance either way you'll nullify the victory. Sometimes when I see all
the liars of the world I wish all the books might have remained
unwritten. But sometimes when I read a great book I see how even all the
little books are excused. The man who tries to live generally dies. But
the man who is indifferent to life becomes immortal. The super man is
the man who's superior to life or death. The super book is the book
that's superior to technique. The super merchant is the merchant who's
superior to buying and selling. Super writing is the writing that's
superior to authorship. You are not to be curious about writing. You are
to just write. You are not to be curious about the reward. You are to
just take what comes. If you're prosperous you're to ask: What's wrong
with me? And if you're a failure you're to ask: Do I deserve such honor?
You are not to say: I'll put a book into my life. You're to say: I'll
put a life into my book. You are not to produce a work of art. You are
to produce a work of life. You may have to give up your best adjectives.
Or maybe your largest nouns. Or maybe a virile verb or two. To get what?
To get life. You've got to give up everything to get life. The whole
language if necessary. The whole fabric of delicate grace.
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