For the slow labor of realizing a potential gift the artist must retreat to those Bohemias, halfway between the slums and the library, where life is not counted by the clock and where the talented may be sure they will be ignored until that time, if it ever comes, when their gifts are viable enough to be set free and survive in the world.
Interpretation
Artists must take time away from societal expectations to develop their talents in a space that fosters creativity, often facing neglect until their art is ready for the world.
This quote by Lewis Hyde emphasizes the importance of artists immersing themselves in environments that encourage creativity, rather than being bound by the restraints of conventional life. He suggests that true artistry often requires solitude and the ability to work without immediate recognition, highlighting that talent may take time to mature and be appreciated by society, which can occur only when the artist's work is deemed viable.
In practice
In a discussion about the challenges artists face in society, this quote can illustrate the necessity of retreating for creative growth.
All that we make and do is shaped by the communities and traditions that contain us, not to mention by money, power, politics, and luck. And even should the artist or scientist think she has extracted herself from the world to stand alone in the studio, a tremendous array of faculties and mind-states may well attend her creativity.
Unlike the sale of a commodity, the giving of a gift tends to establish a relationship between the parties involved. When gifts circulate within a group, their commerce leaves a series of interconnected relationships in its wake, and a kind of decentralized cohesiveness emerges.
Better to operate with detachment, then; better to have a way but infuse it with a little humor; best, to have no way at all but to have instead the wit constantly to make one's way anew from the materials at hand.
But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.
Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.
An essential portion of any artist’s labor is not creation so much as invocation. Part of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps, by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that ‘begging bowl’ to which the gift is drawn.
People have asked me why I chose to be a dancer. I did not choose. I was chosen to be a dancer, and with that, you live all your life.
My passion is bringing storylines around and constructing a full body of work rather than just a 16-bar verse.
The medium of poetry is a human body: the column of air inside the chest, shaped into signifying sounds in the larynx and the mouth. In this sense, poetry is just as physical or bodily an art as dancing.
Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.
Why should the lamp or the house be an art object but not our life?
It is an ancient need to be told stories. But the story needs a great storyteller. Thanks for all of it, Jo.
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