“To be an artist is not to count, it is to grow like the tree which does not squeeze its sap, which resists, confident, the strong winds of spring, without fearing that summer may not come. Summer is coming. But he comes only for those who know how to wait, as calm and open as if they had eternity before them. I learn it every day at the cost of suffering which I bless: patience is everything. In truth, the creative life is so close to the sexual life, to its sufferings, to its pleasures that we should only see two forms of one and the same need, of one and the same enjoyment. "
"Isn't that beautiful?" It's music… ”We
've been with Jean-Claude Casadesus for over forty minutes, around a table on which he has placed, in his apartment in Montmartre, a teapot of smoked tea and cakes. Portuguese, not far from a score of a Schubert concerto.
And there, suddenly, proving that Rainer Maria Rilke's book
Letters to a Young
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