The technical genius sees himself as the artist
while the artist sees herself as the technician
The creative spirit poses a curious conundrum
constructed as it is of imagination & discipline
The dreamer within us counts creativity as joy
the perfectionist worries herself to her death
He helped put an orchestra on every one’s desk
She slid the silver dagger in inadequacy’s heart
The silent do not sing for fear they lack talent
while technicians teach for the lack of a muse
“I have no fancy idea about poetry.
It’s not like embroidery or painting or silk.
It doesn’t come to you on the wings of a dove.
It’s something you have to work hard at.”
~ Louise Bogan, poetry critic of The New Yorker