My good friend, the composer Carman Moore, whom I talk with much too rarely, wrote me a little poem many years ago. I keep a copy of it handy wherever I’m writing, and it serves me well. So I offer it to all of you who happen across this blog. It’s sage advice. And note the composer’s riffs:
Be extreme, extremely you,
Follow the good line all the way.
Then maybe it bears repeating.
Then maybe it bears variation.
Then maybe it bears offspring.
When it’s over, you’re changed.
You can never go back to where you were.
–Carman Moore
After all these long years I notice something I hadn’t considered deeply enough before: by being extremely oneself one changes . We can never go back to who we were. So who is this “self” that one was being so ardent to? Maybe a daimon?
gonepublic by Noëlle McAfee 