There are writers and artists who dislike themselves – who attempt through their work to unearth, refine and then extrude something better than they are, something detached, pure and free-standing.
Take Ludwig Wittgenstein, who seemed to have endured a painful personal existence, but succeeded in creating a body of philosophical work so much finer and nobler than himself that for someone who has developed a strong attachment to the work, the contrast is very disturbing.
Another common element of this syndrome is an aversion to the present and a desire to create something whose timelessness will take one out of the impure and anxious clutter of temporal life, something through which one can exist by proxy outside of time.
Oh this Platonic writerly temperament.
Source Thomas Nagel
Take Ludwig Wittgenstein, who seemed to have endured a painful personal existence, but succeeded in creating a body of philosophical work so much finer and nobler than himself that for someone who has developed a strong attachment to the work, the contrast is very disturbing.
Another common element of this syndrome is an aversion to the present and a desire to create something whose timelessness will take one out of the impure and anxious clutter of temporal life, something through which one can exist by proxy outside of time.
Oh this Platonic writerly temperament.
Source Thomas Nagel
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