Posts tagged mothers
Posts tagged mothers
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. The writer’s only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the “Ode on a Grecian Urn” is worth any number of old ladies.
William Faulkner, 1956 Paris Review interview ( Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be artists.)
it is a brother will kind of day, apparently. his birthday was earlier this week. i should have had a cocktail in his honor, but i can never remember which ones he had decided were indoors drinks, and which ones were outdoor drinks. i think beer and possibly bourbon are anywhere, anytime drinks, but we know how i feel about those (hate the former, love the latter so much that i am always out).
(via austinkleon)
