What Art Ought To Do Is Tell

I Couldn't Go On, Too Conscious All At Once Of My Whispering, My Eternal Posturing, Always Transforming The World With Words--changing Nothing.

A Common And Usually Unfortunate Answer Is “write About What You Know.” Nothing Can Be More Limiting To The Imagination, Nothing Is Quicker To Turn On The Psyche's Censoring Devices And Distortion Systems, Than Trying To Write Truthfully.

...ultimately It Come Down To, Are You Making Or Are You Destroying? If You Try Very Hard To Create Ways Of Living, Create Dreams Of What Is Possible, Then You Win. If You Don't, You May Make A Fortune In Ten Years, But You're Not Going To Be Read In Twenty Years, And That's That.

What Art Ought To Do Is Tell Stories Which Are Moment-by-moment Wonderful, Which Are True To Human Experience, And Which In No Way Explain Human Experience.

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.