If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
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Imagine writing a poem with a sweating, worried-looking boy handing you a different pencil at the end of every word. My golf, you may say, is no poem; nevertheless, I keep wanting it to be one.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the struggle of artistic creation and the desire for it to be perfect, despite inherent challenges.
In this quote, John Updike uses the metaphor of a boy delivering a different pencil for each word to illustrate the difficulties and frustrations that can accompany the creative process. The comparison of golf to poetry suggests that while he may not consider his golf a form of art, he still longs for it to be beautiful and meaningful, highlighting the inherent aspiration of creators to elevate their work to something greater.
Themes
ArtCreationGolfPerfectionStruggle
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the artistic process in a workshop.
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