“I’ll never be like my idols
But I can be someone I could enjoy reading.”
It’s very rare for me when it goes much beyond that. But sometimes it does.
Now and then — very occasionally — I’ll do something that I honestly think is in one or two ways out of a dozen ways — in one or two ways as good or even sometimes better than anything else I’ve come across in life. I might be wrong then. I might be right then. But right or wrong, I myself cannot honestly hold any other opinion than the one I do. Happens very rarely, but it happens.
For instance, I would submit to an objective judge my novella, “A Death in the Spring”, to be measured in one or two ways against any work of literature I’ve come across for accuracy of insight into love and evil. The judge might rule one way or another. The judge might surprise me or not. But I would be lying to myself to think the novella didn’t measure up in one or two ways.
Do you ever feel that way about anything — anything — you do?
That’s how I honestly feel sometimes about my four arts. Blogging. Poetry. Painting. Wanking.
Do you ever feel that way?