Milosz again, and a reminder:
To find my home in one sentence, concise, as if hammered in metal. Not to enchant anybody. Not to earn a lasting name in posterity. An unnamed need for order, for rhythm, for form, which three words are opposed to chaos and nothingness.(Berkeley--Paris--Cambridge, 1981-1983).
A sharp reminder from a friend today that I need to first consider myself a writer, a writer learning-to-be-a-writer, and make any other work the work that exists to fund my writing: a welcome reminder.
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