O Holy Night – well worth the price of admission!
I’m currently re-reading Critical Path by Buckminster Fuller.
In it, Fuller quotes a poem, A Poet’s Advice:
“A Poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t.
A lot of people think or believe they know how they feel—but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling—not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or believe you know, you’re a lot of other people; but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
To be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else—means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all the time—and whenever we do it, we are not poets. If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of a poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed.
And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning to blow up the world—unless you’re not only willing, but glad to feel and work and fight until you die.
Does this sound dismal? It isn’t. It’s the most wonderful life on earth.
Or so I feel.”
-e. e. cummings