Keep On Keepin' On!
"Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. T. I cannot remember the new fellow who took over the care taking of the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur after Emil White died, but it is a noble effort. Thank you. we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths we all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians. We have only open up, only to discover what is already there."
The above is from Henry Miller's Sexus (1949), p. 26, part of the Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy.
I so resonate with Henry Miller's work in toto. I cannot remember the new fellow who took over the caretaking of the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur after Emil White died, but it is a noble effort. Thank you.
I have struggled all of my life to unfold, the largest part as a writer. I have had to shed many skins to emerge bigger, more attuned, more alive. I am writing now because I have just come out of another such period where I had been quite withdrawn, more isolated than usual, profoundly depressed and yet able to focus (at least to some extent) what juice and energy there was on my two current book projects.
The one is my first "professional" literary design and editing job. I am being well-paid in a work trade agreement with an author who has become a very dear friend, generating his first book about his methods of becoming an Integrated Leader in all the quadrants of one's life. It is a beautiful piece. I am honored and excited to participate.
The other is the eighth novel in a mystery series I have written with the protagonist being a psychologist in San Francisco who somehow keeps getting involved in murder cases, directly or indirectly. I have admittedly been inspired by Johnathan Kellerman and Stephen White (both Clinical Psychologists) who broke open this fertile field. There are others, but they are the best, paying close and careful attention to the principles and practices of the profession. (I have read far too many books written by writers who presume on lack of education and training to "make up" elements of their books based on a superficial reading of Freud, for example, or using current buzz words from psych, believing they understand the greater depth). Enough said.
This is in context of my highest praise for Henry Miller's work as a master of the craft and inspiration to me to excel daily, to step out of whatever personal or interpersonal "stuff" in which I might get temporarily enmired--and move on, continuing my own work, what I call my Great Work (whether I will ever be enshrined in the coming millennia in the hallowed halls of great wordsmiths or not. I am grateful for my abilities and of having pursued their exploration for the last fifty years. A hui hou!