Holderlin

On a fine day almost every kind of song can be heard wrote the German poet, or something like that, it might have been any kind of song can be heard. Either way, the sense of it is the same: that there are some days so glorious that all we have to do is get out of the way and listen to them. This day looks like one of them.

Today I feel no need to ask myself the questions, am I a capitalist? Or, am I am one of those people who is now wealthy enough to be socialist? When a fellow asks me, why do you write? I can say, I don't have an answer and feel good about it, that what I've said is honest, the best I could do at the time, though later I'll feel compelled to come up with something more elaborate.

I once asked a painter I know, why do you paint?  He said, what else am I going to do? This is as good an answer as I've ever heard as to why anyone makes art. I should just leave it at that.

Artists could rule they world--no one's more interested in the world than an artist--if only they'd take responsibility.