work of art as a living thing, just as much an organism as me or you

FINALLY I get some affirmation of this opinion I'd just about given up on! from Naomi Wolf's father in her book. The counter to so much that wears down and dispirits the beautiful. My crystalline anti-example in Aaron Sorkin, creator of the West Wing who's vocal about his characters being simple constructions that have no life off of the page. Realpolitik ,Kissinger, Iraq war death dealing, button pushing, mechanistic universe that has just about suffocated everything. Finally the antidote. I'd even sought it in grief. The sweetness that we resort to when a friend dies, all you can do is look to transform it, make it beautiful. the artist's project. though never proselytize it as such! remember, Wallace Stevens-- the poem must resist the intelligence ALMOST successfully. And of course his other guidance to me since I first read Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction 22 yrs ago - It Must Change, Be Abstract, Give Pleasure. So ringingly right that Stevens lives for me even in the contours of the land.. which brings me back full circle to the name of the project. man's intelligence is his soil. hence LOAM...