I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living.
They are a very human way of making life more bearable.
Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul
grow, for heaven's sake.
Sing in the shower.
Dance to the radio.
Write a poem to a
friend, even a lousy poem.
Do it as well as you
You will get an
enormous reward. You will have created something. "
words, with my spacing.
Remind me to tell you
about the time when I was 12 and I went alone to a Kurt Vonnegut lecture in the gym of a nearby college and sat in the very front row in a room full of
twenty-somethings so I could get a good look at the man who confused me- and
yet delighted me* - completely with Slaughterhouse Five. I left more confused
and without my copy of the book signed and a little bit changed and without my
parents knowing where I'd been for those two hours.**
*which in itself confused me
**It is also to be noted that sneaking
into a lecture given by a prominent literary figure is exactly how an
adolescent book-nerd rebels.