Here at Ghost Ranch, there’s a library that’s open 24/7, chock full of books on geology, Native American culture and traditions, poetry… and of course, all things O’Keeffe. I’m reading C.S. Merrill’s “O’Keeffe: Days in a Life,” a collection of poems written, with O’Keeffe’s permission, based on her experience of working for the artist as librarian, secretary, cook, nurse or companion, from 1973 to 1979, the last years of O’Keeffe’s life.
Here in number 77, Merrill describes an exchange about writing for a community.
Sunday morning O’Keeffe and I
discussed how to find your own voice,
your own vision.
I argued a painter can get off
alone and work in color
but a writer must use words
which requires a community
of minds, you write to a community
of minds, I said.
She spoke harshly, very loudly,
“Do you think that
community of minds cares a moment
for what you have to say?
Of course they don’t!”
She answered herself.
She said I was writing
like others told me
said it was a very difficult
thing to listen to yourself
and write from that
said the key is free time.
Give yourself an hour or two a day.
all to yourself
everyone has free time
but they don’t use it
I said I have time when I am walking
to school — she said that wasn’t free
yes I was walking, but I was walking to
that wasn’t free time.
March, 1978
Interesting from several perspectives: that of creating, as well as what is free time. Make you think.