what even is an audience
Feb. 21st, 2021 11:18 pmI continue to be in a malaise where I'm not looking forward to anything and time is meaningless, where it doesn't make sense when I make money and doesn't make sense when I don't make money, momentum doesn't exist, and I'm skeptical of my audience's taste while also having lost all editorial perspective on my own work. Am I producing good work? Do I hate it? I don't know and for most of last week was deliberately mediocre because at least I knew where that stood.
I'm aware that it's irrational because it cuts across all my various pursuits (music, writing, film, photography, notes to friends, getting dressed, board games, cooking) and it's damned unlikely I went off a cliff with all those skills simultaneously. It also lines up with catastrophes hitting a lot of people I care about, in ways I can't materially help with.
I'm not entirely sure how to get out of this creativity cul de sac because although it's something I'm aware happens to many artists fairly frequently and has been a widespread cultural feature during quarantine and social isolation, it's not something I have to deal with personally very often. I'm generally fairly happy to do things for my own amusement and according to my own timescale.
I am fortunately fairly confident about my ability to write the poem I'm writing, which manifests at least partly as disliking poems by Every Other Person Ever (with the exception of Yeats). What are those poets doing, writing about different subjects than this subject, using different words, having different feelings? So that's going to be awkward if I don't wrap this up soon, since I'm the one reading subs in March. I guess that's a deadline I have.
I'm aware that it's irrational because it cuts across all my various pursuits (music, writing, film, photography, notes to friends, getting dressed, board games, cooking) and it's damned unlikely I went off a cliff with all those skills simultaneously. It also lines up with catastrophes hitting a lot of people I care about, in ways I can't materially help with.
I'm not entirely sure how to get out of this creativity cul de sac because although it's something I'm aware happens to many artists fairly frequently and has been a widespread cultural feature during quarantine and social isolation, it's not something I have to deal with personally very often. I'm generally fairly happy to do things for my own amusement and according to my own timescale.
I am fortunately fairly confident about my ability to write the poem I'm writing, which manifests at least partly as disliking poems by Every Other Person Ever (with the exception of Yeats). What are those poets doing, writing about different subjects than this subject, using different words, having different feelings? So that's going to be awkward if I don't wrap this up soon, since I'm the one reading subs in March. I guess that's a deadline I have.