This is a recurring theme. Therefore not fully resolved. Although every time you write about it seems totally dissolved in a sea of \u200b\u200bmystery.
For some it is necessary for the writer to be subjected to abusive conditions in order to produce a work of value. They seem to say that suffering is the most powerful engine for writing. As if it were hungry to create anything, including food.
On this point would be endless talk. Should be reviewed the motivations of the writer, examining and discussing the same theory of needs, the psychology of individual differences and many other ideas that may lead us to nowhere. Nothing conclusive.
suffering or enjoyment are transfused to writing almost necessarily to raise the issue, in any genre you write. Typing of suffering or joy, is this necessarily the writer, who is having experienced to transmit with a certain probability.
The life circumstances of each person placed any subject, with a dose of suffering or joy, the scope of the writer in the area of \u200b\u200byour experience. But not the circumstances of their writing. The circumstances do not oblige. Not even recommended, by themselves, reading or writing.
Sometimes you think life is you take the pen or keyboard to speak about herself. Valid representation because there is particularized as much as is universalized, the writer who suffers or enjoys.
But they are not sad or happy circumstances that build writing. Plath and Neruda is, by pronouncing the name of two valuable poets, writers. It is the talent of each writer which expresses human feelings regardless of who is playing or the degree of suffering you have had.
Despite the circumstances, and above them, which would retain the enjoyment and suffering, the writer captures his experience in words.
is not the condition of the writer, happy or sad, ascetic or bohemian, hedonistic or martyr, sick or optimistic, of rich or poor, if you have all the grandeur or the vile human the works are constructed with dignity and permanence. It is simply the talent that man has developed during his life happy or miserable. That irrepressible call to express everything with the word that was born in combination of heart and mind.
Without the talent, the first breeze would away the cumulus-mound-of words. Without the talented man, nothing would persist beyond a brief now.
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