Sci-fi writer Ray Bradbury talks about love, 1968: CBC Archives | CBC

Sci-fi writer Ray Bradbury talks about love, 1968: CBC Archives | CBC



Oh working with Ray is sort of like working in the washing machine of the future he keeps you stimulated they're kind of a of a hereness a noun Asst sure not you'll really find with writers writers tend either work in the past or what they believed to be the future but I don't think Ray's ever written anything which has anything to do with the future I mean he makes the future now by by the way he writes and by his awareness of a sort of vitality and it rubs off on people who work with him that's why it's fun to work with him in the instance of getting an idea I go act it out on paper I don't put it away I don't delight I don't put off to tomorrow doing what I must do right now to find out what my secret self needs wants desires with all its heart and then it speaks and I have enough brains to get out of the way and listen and two hours later sitting at the typewriter you look at the paper you say ah so that's what I think about the death of Hemingway is that how much I was hurt so that we act out these tensions continually we keep cleansing the stream just as any impurity running downhill in a river by the time it travels nine miles is purified so the life of a man traveling to the sea which is our inevitable death someday purifies itself it must because if you do not purify these tensions remain in and turn in on yourself and destroy you the man who cannot live freely is a sick man the man who cannot cry and release his tears in that direction is a sick man the man who cannot be violent through exercise through sports through acting out his violence and paper or painting or acting on a stage is a sick man I've made the point on many occasions that the only thing you're ever going to own in your life is your work I own my books the farmer who farms creatively and happily is a man that knows every stalk of wheat or corn that comes up on his land because he has tilled these fields because he has planted the seed because he has picked the fruit because he has painted the barn it doesn't sound like much does it but when you actually paint a house I painted a house a whole house once I've never done anything like it it was hellish work I hated every moment but when I was over and stood back it looked beautiful and I was rather proud of myself the house belonged to me suddenly so we belong only by doing and we owned only by doing and we loved only by doing and knowing and if you want an interpretation of life and love that would be the closest thing I could come to

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