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Aug 12, 2005


steven streight aka vaspers the grate

Thought provoking stuff. I guess I would say that art arises out of errors, or better: out of continual improvements, out of trial and error, out of inspired experimentations.

Simply increasing quantity is no guarantee of art. And some slow deliberations with tons of theory can also result in art.

As far as voice, I personally again have a different viewpoint. I think no one has any voice unless exposed to lots of great voices from the past, or has bizarre and troubling sufferings.

I mean, my "voice" as a writer is a result of studying Proust, Blanchot, Hemingway, Poe, Bible, Koran, Buddhism, Patanjali Yoga Sutras, Kafka, Hawthorne, Wharton, Rimbaud, Rilke, etc.

And I also have experienced weird things, suffered tremendously, and deliberately investigated underground music and so forth.

My "unique, individualized voice" is not my Self in a vacuum with no influences, is what I'm trying to say.

Do I make sense? Perhaps I'm eccentric and maladjusted to this perfect world. Hmmm...

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