{"id":4965,"date":"2019-03-28T16:04:20","date_gmt":"2019-03-28T23:04:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4965"},"modified":"2020-06-21T20:28:19","modified_gmt":"2020-06-22T03:28:19","slug":"three-quotes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/three-quotes\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Quotes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>James Dickey wrote in a letter to a friend, \u201cWhen loneliness becomes creative rather than destructive, the artist is alive and in his element.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Is that true? How does one know when one is lonely? I know it&#8217;s not the same feeling as solitude, which I cultivate. Solitude is necessary for the writing life, but it demands a high price. I lost great girlfriends because of this need for solitude. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m like that anymore. The old self was pretty vainglorious about this. I think I can find a balance if the opportunity ever presents itself again.<\/p>\n<p>Milan Kundera wrote: \u201cThe past of each one of us can be just as easily arranged into the biography of a beloved statesmen as into a criminal.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>This might be the truest sentence I&#8217;ve read in the last ten years. It has always been true, but in the age of the Internet, it seems this \u201carranging\u201d occurs much more frequently and almost instantaneously. I suppose the Internet allows a person to \u201carrange\u201d one&#8217;s biography to read what the writer wants others to believe. What is real out there when it comes to truthful biography. I&#8217;ve been wrestling with that question for the past few years.  I once knew someone who wanted to write my biography, and I was surely surprised by her desire, because my life hardly warrants it. But she insisted. I&#8217;ve lost contact with with this former great friend and confidante. The story of my life is certainly more interesting, considering what&#8217;s gone down.<\/p>\n<p>My friend L and were walking along the South Jetty and we were talking about my personal extinction when she stopped,turned to me, and said: \u201cI think this makes you so much more of an interesting person, to see what it did to you and what you did with it.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>I took a little step back from that quote. I hadn&#8217;t considered this perspective or seen this insight coming. But L provided it and it&#8217;s still percolating in my mind. <\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4965\" data-postid=\"4965\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4965 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>James Dickey wrote in a letter to a friend, \u201cWhen loneliness becomes creative rather than destructive, the artist is alive and in his element.\u201d Is that true? How does one know when one is lonely? I know it&#8217;s not the same feeling as solitude, which I cultivate. Solitude is necessary for the writing life, but [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4966,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4965","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4965","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4965"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4965\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4967,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4965\/revisions\/4967"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4965"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4965"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4965"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}