February 3, 2011

I listen to NPR now?

You can thank a pretty paper making lady :)

ANYWHO- Radiolab had a short podcast entitled Secrets of Success
where Malcolm Gladwell makes some interesting points that i <3.  He argues that, “What separates the genius from the rest of us is that the genius loves what he or she does more than we do.”   He continues to explain that love is the way in, and not the complete explanation.  A certain degree of talent, practice, and persistence is needed- but when you can’t get what you love out of your head, you’ve found your calling.    Absent of that love, you can’t be a genius.

Coincidentally, i was thinking about Charles Bukowski while working in the clay studio yesterday. An oldie but a goodie:

so you want to be a writer?
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was. 
-charles bukowski
(You're welcome.)