Showing posts with label write for the joy of it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label write for the joy of it. Show all posts

Friday, August 30, 2013

Seamus Heany, 1939 - 2013





☛  The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night, dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here. And don’t be so earnest.

☛  And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.