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While in the process of writing what eventually became "Does Editing Ever End?" I was frustrated by how many times I was editing my poetry and essays. In fact the date I place on all of my works is merely the beginning date. Each work has undergone numerous changes. Some were even major; such as, to a completely different theme.

It took some time before I realized that I'm in good company. Almost all of the great artists did much editing. One can even say a large part of creativity stems from the process of editing or making changes!

Later I was impressed by the reality that humans only arrived on the scene on the wake of trillions of changes within ATI! Thousands of species no longer exist. ATI is a great editor. How cool is that?

Creation of Adam
Creation of Adam, Sistine Chapel

Ludwig van Beethoven

Mark Twain
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Does Editing Ever End?
Copyright Jarmo Koskinen, 2008

Some say artists are blessed with a third eye, hidden deep inside. It’s one that makes others cry. But how does the Cyclops window work? Some say the muses give it light and others say it’s an imagination quirk. But I don’t know how it’s so, but it’s not all magic, on one make!

What is it that made Michael Angelo stand on a creaky scaffold that swayed? Imagine him up so high, fighting fear as he forged his changing dream. It is said he was a sculptor who disliked the brush. Yet in a rain of plaster and paint he stroked a great scene. As he wiped away his tears, he fused images of people, angels, and Thee. 

The Sistine "pic" is world class but how did it become like that? There were times Michael thought, this figure is fine. But a strange face appeared in the morning bright. “It doesn’t fit the scheme!” He had no choice and wiped it clean. Again and again, he sweats for four long years. Even the master’s fate didn’t dry, on one ache! 

Ludwig van Beethoven had the composer’s faith. When he lost his hearing the orchestra was still, it didn’t make a sound. It was then he composed wild and made music’s compass spin. Yet at times he tore what can’t be found. Some treble clefs and notes were great, but new ones popped in place. At the end, Beethoven’s funeral was his longest line. It still plays and so his music hasn’t died. It doesn’t happen, on one create! 

I could write of Homer, Shakespeare, Keats, Yeats, Emerson, Thoreau, Twain and other such mates; but the story is quite the same. They birthed great tales but truth is finer than the fable: “Erasers are busier than the best of quills!” Who will become the next great bard? I can only say whoever strives must toil with the bin. Great works never come to life, on one gestate.

Ken Koskinen, a.k.a. "The Naked Psalmist"               Ken Photo
November 19, 2008 

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