I THINK you are writing about the generous law that exists in art. A law which can never be given but only found anew each time in the making of the work. It is a law, too, which allows your forms (characters) to spin away, take off, as if they have their own lives to lead—unexpected, too—as if you cannot completely control it all. I wonder why we seek this generous law, as I call it. For we do not know how it governs—and under what special conditions it comes into being. I don’t think we are permitted to know, other than temporarily. A disappearance act. The only problem is how to keep away from the minds that close in and itch (God knows why) to define it.
When are you coming up? Do you wish to? Would you rather I came in? I’d hate to have you feel that you should come up—I mean, no need to fulfill a promise naturally. But if you’d like to—me—Musa—the work—all here—yours.
[1978]