Empty-page staring again tonight. It's maddening. I suppose people who don't write (like the Connollies) imagine anything that can be though can be expressed. Well, I don't know. I can't do it. It's this sort of thing that makes me belittle the whole business: what's the good of a 'talent' if you can't do it when you want to? What should we think of a woodcarver who couldn't woodcarver? or a pianist who couldn't play the piano? Bah, likewise grrr.Philip Larkin
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When poets, painters, sculptors, writers, musicians and other artists have not worked for a while, they often have trouble coming up with new ideas. They often have trouble coming up with new things to say or create because they are stuck in a rut. This is so frustrating! Sometimes it is hard to stop thinking about the same things. This is depressing.
Source: Philip Larkin: Letters To Monica
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