Last Week: Go Creative… With Haruki Murakami
“In the end the creative energy of men depends upon their believing that they have, within themselves, something immortal and imperishable, and that all else is but an image in a looking glass.”
“Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will,
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.”
(From “A Prayer For My Daughter. The “she” is his newborn daughter, Anne Yeats.)
“Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
(From “Among Schoolchildren.”)
Next week: Go Creative… With Teddy Roosevelt