Here, slightly edited: a conversation I had with my colleague and friend–though, I’ve never met the man–Odin:
On the Guardian piece about the collapsing incomes of writers, and Odin’s sincere and challenging critique of people who think they’re writers just because they have a blog. (Opinions are like assholes, right? And everyone of those assholes is destroying the profession of writing; or, say, if there is no such profession then opinionators are swamping over the market that used to pay writers for their labor. (Or is it their work?)):
Odin (in white): “includes me too, right? Are we contributors? What qualifies and what doesn’t? How does creativity get paid in the age of digital so we can all make a living? tough questions – and of course I wasn’t referring to you about the blog thing – we’re both pro’s who have published, but others…not so much. “
Me (forever in blue, like my suede shoes):
Odin: “I make no such distinction, but I’m careful not to call myself something that I don’t work at and take seriously.”
Odin: “You’re being disingenuous to say you don’t take art seriously in perhaps a Duchamp-like manner, no?”
Odin: “I think this discussion is worthy of a blog post.”
Odin: “here, here…now I must return to the job that keeps me in [X object(s)] because my creative side don’t get paid shit“