I want to paraphrase what Wesley Yang said, although he said it better than I ever could, in New York Magazine recently (fair use exemption claimed):
I want what James Baldwin sought as a writer--“a power which outlasts kingdoms.” Anything short of that is a humiliating compromise. I would become an aristocrat of the spirit, who prides himself on his incompetence in the middling tasks that are the world’s business. Who does not seek after material gain. Who is his own law.
Often I think my defiance is just delusional, self-glorifying bullshit that artists have always told themselves to compensate for their poverty and powerlessness. But sometimes I think it’s the only thing that has preserved me intact, and that what has been preserved is not just haughty caprice but in fact the meaning of my life.
And if this is self-pitying bullshit, or whatever, make the fucking most of it.
I want what James Baldwin sought as a writer--“a power which outlasts kingdoms.” Anything short of that is a humiliating compromise. I would become an aristocrat of the spirit, who prides himself on his incompetence in the middling tasks that are the world’s business. Who does not seek after material gain. Who is his own law.
Often I think my defiance is just delusional, self-glorifying bullshit that artists have always told themselves to compensate for their poverty and powerlessness. But sometimes I think it’s the only thing that has preserved me intact, and that what has been preserved is not just haughty caprice but in fact the meaning of my life.
And if this is self-pitying bullshit, or whatever, make the fucking most of it.