
Annoying
convention of addressing only men in writing from the past, but this
insight is well put otherwise (and obviously applies to women writers
too).
“The
emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this
impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be
done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives
in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the
past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is
already living.” TS Eliot in Tradition and the Individual Talent,
1921
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