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Post by mikeralls on Oct 22, 2008 13:22:02 GMT -5
One of the things I've most gained from the lifewriting course has been a sense of balance. The Work-Body-Relationship triangle has really been driven home into me, and I am greatly gladdened that I've improved all of them since I first started. I still have a long ways to go, but that's the nature of running to the horizon. It seems to me that often great writers can get way out of balance, and as I still do want to be a professional writer someday, I think it's useful to look at them for a sense of perspective. Hemingway would probably be the cliche on this topic, but I was wondering if anyone has any specific recommendation of a good writer who just completly messed up all the other areas of their life? David Foster Walace, "I go through a loop in which I notice all the ways I am self-centered and careerist and not true to standards and values that transcend my own petty interests, and feel like I'm not one of the good ones. But then I countenance the fact that at least here I am worrying about it, noticing all the ways I fall short of integrity, and I imagine that maybe people without any integrity at all don't notice or worry about it; so then I feel better about myself. It's all very confusing. I think I'm very honest and candid, but I'm also proud of how honest and candid I am -- so where does that put me?"
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Post by Steven Barnes on Oct 28, 2008 12:41:54 GMT -5
I think Woody Allan's pretty messed up. My understanding is that Philip K. thingy was a mess, and there are many others. But I'm not at all certain that the artists whose work lasts are more screwed up than average. Artists out at the edge of the avant-gard, on the other hand, can be pretty marginal in their lives.
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