A Letter to Agnes DeMille : Martha Graham
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening
that is translated through you into action,
and because there is only one of you in all time,
this expression is unique.
If you block it,
it will never exist through any other medium
and be lost.
The world will not have it.
It is not your business to determine how good it is;
nor how valuable it is;
nor how it compares with other expressions.
It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly,
to keep the channel open.
You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.
You have to keep open and aware directly
of the urges that motivate you.
Keep the channel open.
No artist is pleased.
There is no satisfaction whatever at any time.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction;
a blessed unrest that keeps us marching
and makes us more alive than the others.
The last time I wrote about this, it was about the first two paragraphs. Focus on yourself. Hear that voice from within you. The one that speaks of your character, what is good, and what represents you. Don’t let the outside influence it. If you take it from the outside, it’s the best of someone else, but when you do it it will be second rate, a poor imitation.
And the next two paragraphs paint a different picture … the urges that motivate you … Just what does that mean? You don’t have to believe in yourself or your work, but only of those urges that motivate you. Those urges, that hunger that exists, it is what will drive you. Belief in yourself isn’t a question. Once you beg the question, that is all that you focus on, and it will simply inhibit you. If you stray from your urges, your true urges, that hunger, that desire, that fire that conquers all, then you’ve drowned all that you could have been.
Why the hunger? Because fatigue will overcome you. Fatigue will encourage you to quit. Fatigue and doubt will cloud your mind and tell you that devotion isn’t worth it. Fatigue and doubt will make you question it. But fatigue will not quiet the hunger, nothing will, only satisfaction. That hunger will overtake you again, I know it all too well.
But no artist is pleased…
Odd that I’ve found myself thinking this so often these days. No artist is pleased. My time spent at Aroma was filled with displeasure. I was never truly happy with the things I created. They all seemed full of haste and seldom ever thought through. Seldom did I ever master something, or take a step in the right direction. All I felt like I was doing was fighting off fatigue, battling demons that didn’t even exist. Fighting to keep a small wheel spinning for no reason, using all my strength, just for that.
Looking back, I often think of what a good job I did do. The kitchen that was, to the kitchen that is now. It was a horrible trip through it, like a trip through mud and swamp. At the end of it, it was too little too late. There was no energy left to savor in triumph. Food cost, a mere number. All those experiences, do they add up to anything?
And so I find myself thinking of this now … no artist is pleased. All that fills us is a sort of divine dissatisfaction. This moment here is not enough. All that I am is not enough. I do not compete with you, nor with anyone else. I only compete with me. I do not care whether or not I stand next to you, merely whether I have taken a step forward, from where I was to closer to perfection … even if it is simply a baby step.
Devotion to anything is a true talent. Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent persperation. Everyone knows it. I could be great, if only I could persevere past this. But no … I’m tired … lazy … bored … I could be working towards this but then again, I could be doing nothing.
But focus … on that urge, the urge that drives you. Until that urge has been satisfied, there is nothing else. There is only beauty in what we can possibly create, dissatisfaction in what reality settled for, and that blessed unrest that keeps us marching.
I said it before, a wolf’s task is to guide those through the forest, and to do so, in the forest we remain.
Until next time.








