{"id":30,"date":"2007-03-17T08:48:18","date_gmt":"2007-03-17T13:48:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/2007\/03\/17\/the-day8217s-sweet-vanity\/"},"modified":"2007-12-29T09:00:54","modified_gmt":"2007-12-29T13:00:54","slug":"the-day8217s-sweet-vanity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/archives\/30","title":{"rendered":"The day\u2019s sweet vanity"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic\">March experiment&#8212;day seventeen&#8212;<\/span> Today has been a strange day, in a sense, full of subtle contrasts, not as I expected it to transpire, but the nets of artistic progress are full to the bursting point. I haven&#8217;t spent so many hours in a deeply intuitive mode for a very long time. The relentless momentum of decision making set the stage for many days of labor, and I was able to preserve that orientation, even though I took TV breaks to watch four different closing contests between men&#8217;s NCAA basketball teams, including one that almost went into triple overtime. All the way through this, I felt the tension born of knowing what I <span style=\"font-style: italic\">wasn&#8217;t<\/span> doing, and, piled on that, the awareness of how odd a vein of aesthetic ore I&#8217;m mining, for God knows what reason. The more I get into this, the more I wonder what it&#8217;s all about, what part of myself I&#8217;m paying tribute to, what meaning or lack thereof I bring to others. On Saint Patrick&#8217;s Day, there isn&#8217;t a beer in the house, just the words of William Butler Yeats scratching at my soul&#8212;\n<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>The Choice<\/p>\n<p>The intellect of man is forced to choose<br \/>\nPerfection of the life, or of the work,<br \/>\nAnd if it take the second must refuse<br \/>\nA heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.<\/p>\n<p>When all that story&#8217;s finished, what&#8217;s the news?<br \/>\nIn luck or out the toil has left its mark:<br \/>\nThat old perplexity an empty purse,<br \/>\nOr the day&#8217;s vanity, the night&#8217;s remorse.<br \/>\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>March experiment&#8212;day seventeen&#8212; Today has been a strange day, in a sense, full of subtle contrasts, not as I expected it to transpire, but the nets of artistic progress are full to the bursting point. I haven&#8217;t spent so many hours in a deeply intuitive mode for a very long time. The relentless momentum of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,70,16,6,73,10,14,15,39],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/uj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}