In this highly thought-provoking post about competition in poetry on Emily Lloyd's blog (one day old and superceded by several other entries, it's already nearing its expiry date!), the string of discussion went 22 comments before I joined the fun, and touched on such themes as writing to be remembered and the futility of that ambition in a time when we can practically taste that the end is near. Here how I weighed in (with a couple a' tiny revisions):
I'm a VERY late comer to this party. Maybe everybody's already left! But this might be the most appropriate time to say what I've got to say. About writing "to be remembered"... I've pretty well given up on that idea, as achieving it is pretty well completely "out of my control". When I write, it's out of an overriding need to do my best at what I do best, and believe me, if & when I manage it, there's got to be a certain eternity in that!
Felt good, saying that.
Eternity being timelessness.
Yah know what I mean?
That transcendental quality, where even caring about whether I, you, we live or die is part of the beauty.
Whether the "transcendence" is "imaginary" or "real" hardly matters -- it even goes beyond those categories!
But getting back to the categorical, Emily Lloyd's blog is a lively one. Today I've vaulted it up to one of my faves, as a blog to be watched.