Go Create Something
I want you to go create something. Now. Because when W. H. Auden wrote, in In Memory of W. B. Yeats:
Time that is intolerant
Of the brave and innocent,
And indifferent in a week
To a beautiful physique,Worships language and forgives
Everyone by whom it lives;
Pardons cowardice, conceit,
Lays its honors at their feet.Time that with this strange excuse
Pardoned Kipling and his views,
And will pardon Paul Claudel
Pardons him for writing well.
what he really should have been writing was that all creators’ — not just writers’ — flaws are pardoned over time (suggests Ralph Caplan in Pantheon for a Flawed Species).
So go make something. Create, design, enterprise. Consider creativity realized as your permission slip to be an ass-hat. Because in time, if you are productive enough, people will remember less your ass-hattery, and more your body of work (not to be confused with your banal-in-a-week beautiful physique).
Or at least, with so many embarrassing little videos in mind, history turning a blind eye to the flaws of the relentlessly creative is what I hope for.
