Wednesday, September 19, 2007

An artist steps up to each person individually, whispers in his ear, and quietly demands that he recognize him. It has happened! I have one, even two, who have recognized me. I now have fifteetn, one hundred, four thousand of them. I begin to breathe deeply--so I am approaching seriousness at last! How many years it takes! My climb swallowed up thirty years of effort, poverty, and humiliation.

1 comment:

yogacephalus said...

Witold Gombrowicz, "Diary: Volume Three"