Looking for somewhere to stand and stay, I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away. —The National, Slow Show
You throw yourself away to be an artist.
Songs outlive people.
I know it and I know I know it. What good is it to know?
Loneliness: An Outburst of Hexasyllables
What good does knowing do?
Sorrow comes in great waves — no one can know that better than you — but
it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us it leaves us on
the spot and we know that if it is strong we are stronger, inasmuch as
it passes and we remain.
The beginnings of the creative arts as they are practiced today may stay forever hidden.