Monday, March 21, 2005

For the young who want to

Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.

Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.

Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don't have a baby,
call you a bum.

The reason people want M.F.A.'s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else's mannerisms


is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you're certified a dentist.

The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.


Marge Piercy

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aha! I needed to hear that, you don't know how bad. Funny, and very, very true. It's hard sometimes doing what we love.

8:07 AM  
Blogger Tish Grier said...

Thank you, C.

I often feel like a lousy hack who's going nowhere. Often it's because I've absorbed other's judgments like in the poem. It's hard to keep faith when you are neither here nor there--not a certified profeesional nor a successful family person. what to do? just keep going...

8:56 AM  
Blogger The Paradoxical Pariah said...

Talent is a gift, but honing that talent is WORK! We can't ever let anyone tell us that our passion is useless, we must keep on, we must keep the artistry of sculpting words alive!

9:57 AM  

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