Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response. - Mary Oliver
Without trying to put words in Mary Oliver's mouth, I saw this quote and it resonated with some thoughts that have been running through my mind lately.
There is this thing about writing poetry in such a way that it resonates universally. Some feel the more universal the better the work. But such accommodation of the masses seems to defy my most fundamental view of art. If it's so universal that everyone sees it without any exercising the limits of their creative thought, have we not created something so simple, so basic that it lacks uniqueness and could therefore be reproduced by any number of people?
And is not art initially about the image the artist sees? And if it is not so universal, then it challenges others to find their own view.
With this, I'm off to bed.