"The artist's life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him -- on the one hand the commom human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire." -- From "Modern Man In Search Of A Soul"
From "Modern Man In Search Of A Soul" --
Every creative person is a duality or a synthesis of contradictory aptitudes. On the one side he is a human being with a personal life, while on the other side he is an impersonal, creative process. Since as a human being he may be sound or morbid, we must look at his psychic make-up to find the determinants of his personality. But we can only understand him in his capacity of artist by looking at his creative achievement. We should make a sad mistake if we tried to explain the mode of life of an English gentleman, a Prussian officer, or a cardinal in terms of personal factors. The gentleman, the officer and the cleric function as such in an impersonal role, and their psychic make-up is qualified by a peculiar objectivity. We must grant that the artist does not function in an official capacity -- the very opposite is nearer the truth. He nevertheless resembles the types I have named in one respect, for the specifically artistic disposition involves an overweight of collective psychic life as against the personal. Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purposes through him.
The latest carpe diem prompt is companions. In my life, my closest friends and family are the real sustenance of life, the "life" in my life. One of my sort of informal spiritual guides or mentors says that "God is in the connections," and true friendship is where I have felt most concretely that sense of union with something bigger than myself. Moments in ordinary conversation and silence with true friends are the best moments of life, I think, and it is so easy to take them for granted. Often on Wednesday evenings I have dinner at a small middle-eastern restaurant with a close friend, and they are highlights of my daily life.
Well, I am all about the haibun these days. On to the haiku.
evening lingers friends share these small tables drink mint tea and talk