Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sometimes I feel the window is closed. I cannot imagine changing any habits, or learning anything new. Work continues, but plods on. At other times, I question everything. Why am I not a full-time translator of poetry instead of a critic? Having the window open is a good thing, but you wouldn't want it open all the time, or you could never settle into a routine. On the other hand, a permanently closed door would lead to stagnation.