The public as a whole-that is, the public barring the Intellectual Snobs-shows its sensible preference for having its artists in sufficient possession of their faculties to put us all, and immediately, in possession of their meaning. The artist who does not know his own intentions is a pretender. If he does not know them and cannot express them, he is merely incompetent. I hope I have made myself plain.
June 9, 2022 at 9:36 am
Well said. Sometimes, though, it’s by the process of writing that a writer discovers his voice, his intentions. He/she may not know at first, or they might think they know, and then find out later on that they didn’t. That’s what I love about writing, it’s a journey of discovery.