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I woke up early at a wee hour, today, with in mind to put down the idea that I was looking for in late the evening, thinking that I would find it, when I’ll wake up afresh, as a good night sleep is a mother of conseil, like the saying goes, and as often it works; the cause of it, a friendly reminder from Weekly Wp challenge, urging me to post one, to commit to my weekly goal; but I had no idea, I was wondering what to write; it just sucked me as I was updating some of my old posts, a working habit_taking advice from a French classical poet, Nicolas Boileau that he said:
“Polissez-le sans cesse, et le repolissez,”
a quote, I treasured since High-school, that my teacher loved to repeat when passing in the rows of students, in classes for homework review. We might freely translate as ” Polish it without cease of strife, and then polish it again,” advice since Greek and Romain times, then experienced writers used to urge their disciple to practice, longtime before ” wax on wax off “_ Myagi the master’s advice to” Karate Kid,” in the movie.
Then it stroke softly my neurons, while I was listening to classical music; typically the chords drift to them,” vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore–I lived for Art, I lived for love”_Puccini my favorite, and it said it all; I find this gem in the book (Charles Lamb _The Evolution of Elia, ) by George L. Barnett, chapter Five, page 127_The Craftsman. In a footnote to”Oxford in Vacation,” the essay in the London Magazine ” Fine things in their Ore”, in the passage below, write it down for the pleasure to read it
“How it staggered me to see the fine things in their ore! interlined, corrected as if their words were mortal, alterable, displaceable at pleasure! As if they might have been otherwise, and just as good! As if inspirations were made up of parts, and those fluctuating, successive , indifferent! I will never go into the work shop of any great artist again, nor desire a sight of his picture, till it is fairly off the easel; no, not if Raphael were to be alive again, and painting another Galatea.”
For those who read for pleasure only, this may be a valid approach of my own;
“Night-owl, and Early bird I am, to write it down, I needed an awl to carve that damn-good idea from its ore”_Ink’n Quill