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Why Writers and Artists Specialize

Mining Material in One Segment of Your Experience Is A Key to Success in Writing and Art.

Scott Fitzgerald felt that successful writers have a few events in their lives that steal their mind and Path through fields with mountains in the backgroundheart and they write about in one form or another time and again. What had occurred in the writer’s life before age twenty-one is the period of their life where most good writers find their richest material. Writer after writer reports that. Exceptional writers have exceptional memories. Their talent to evoke from their memories in exact detail written images of the places, people, and events they recall is remarkable. Artists too may have extraordinary memories and paint visual images of them.

When we were seventeen for adventure and to acquire material for hopefully future careers in creative writing my friend Nick and I crisscrossed the country on freight trains illegally for six months, living the life of wandering hobos before we started college. We were shot at with bullets buzzing past our heads, and chased by police with growling German shepherds snapping at our heels, four dollars to my name. Few people have that experience. It meets the writer’s critical need for originality. You can’t forget the details of an adventure like that. They provided me with material to write a unique book of poetry I titled The Poetry of Riding Freight Trains Across America. and since then other poems and blogs about freight train travel by the two of us. An editor said: “I was hooked from the first poem about that extraordinary world of lost men.”

Hobos in a Clearing

We reach the crest of the hill at dusk.
Below us, like the camps of infantry,
Burn the scattered fires of forgotten men,
Each a separate picture.
They live in the open or in
The opulence of tarpaper lean-tos against a tree,
And migrate as punctually as geese.
They wear black–perhaps it is the soot of freight trains–
And squat on their haunches like crickets
Beside the snapping flames.
Streams of smoke trail off high into the trees
And embers flicker and fade, flicker and fade
In the harsh bite and sparkle of the wind,
And glow bronze on the men’s untroubled faces
Late into the night.

Painter Julian Levi said, “It seems to me that almost every artist finds some subdivision of nature or experience more congenial to his temperament than any other. To me, it had been the sea…In painting the sea coast I have tried to acquire as much objective knowledge of the subject as I possibly could.” Levi studied the fishermen, fishing gear, their boats and assorted paraphernalia. T.S Eliot said, “We all have to choose whatever subject matter allows us the most powerful and most secret release; and that is a personal affair.”

Literary critic Gilbert Murray wrote, “It seems to me that the writers who have the power of revelation are just those who, in some particular part of life, have seen or felt considerably more than the average run of intelligent beings. I think that the great difference intellectually between one painter or writer or one actor or director and another is simply the number of things they can see in a square yard of their specific world of creation.”

Most–not all–artists and writers strive to have an original voice. Writers ask themselves, “What do I have to say or paint that people will find interesting enough to pay X dollars to put in their bookcase or on their wall?”I always ask myself, “Did the book buyer get their money’s worth?”

To find your best creative niche you must ask yourself: “What area of my life do I know better than other artists and writers do, am fascinated by, and wish to write about or paint frequently during my life?” Claude Monet painted his beautiful garden innumerable times. Paul Cezanne painted the rolling hill he could see from his window many times. Edgar Degas painted ballerinas.

Artists I know specialize in painting clouds and others paint skies exclusively. Many artists paint landscapes and birds and flowers. They then work with that specific material, possibly for their entire lives. It is their most creative world, their signature, what we know them by.

It is not a random choice, but a discriminating, highly selective instinct, a particular order of things that has an outstanding appeal to the person. American writers Ernest Hemingway and before him Stephen Crane were drawn to men under extreme pressure where the best way out of danger was through having courage.

Strive For Freedom As Though Only You Exist

William Faulkner became great as soon as he decided that the only person whose opinion he cared about was his own.

Unless they please themselves, artists and writers will please nobody. They function best when while at work they are thinking of nobody’s liking but their own: “I alone here, on my inch of earth, paint this thing for my own sole joy, and according to my own sole mind. So I should paint it, if no other human being existed but myself…Thus I must do it, for thus I see it, and thus I like it.” (John Ruskin.)

 

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Poetic Imagery + An Award-Winning Imagist Poem in

Many poets write poems that contain symbols, allusions, and references that carry the reader outside the poem itself to other information. To understand the poem fully you must analyze and interpret it and perhaps conduct research. Whole long essays are written on someone’s interpretation of what a single poem really means.

My poem in this blog–“Hobos in a Clearing”–is an imagist poem. I am in love with imagery in the arts. My post of that title and a related post have proven to be popular. “Hobos in a Clearing” is constructed of twenty images.

Imagist poems are different from other poems. They require no analysis to understand them, no interpretation, and no research. To find their meaning, all that is necessary is to read the poem. They are like haiku in that way, what in Zen is “a direct pointing at reality.” A tree is a tree in an imagist poem, a mountain is a mountain, and a lovely woman is a lovely woman. The tree, mountain, and the woman do not stand for or represent something else. Imagist poems appeal to the painters and other visual artists who read my blog because imagist poems paint visual pictures in words. The sense they rely on generally is the sense of sight.

Poems cluttered with numerous references, symbols, and allusions seem obscure and difficult to many readers while the imagist poem like “Hobos in a Clearing” is clear and vivid.

 

The Trip

In the summer of my seventeenth year my friend and I, being romantics and seeking adventure, left our homes on the north side of Chicago and hitchhiked and rode freight trains across America to many cities, towns, and villages from coast to coast, crossing bridges and prairies and lakes, ascending mountains, and acquiring experiences that I would in the future turn into short stories, essays, and poems.

Our First Hobo Camp

Orange campfire against a blue sky and treesMy poem describes the first hobo camp of about three hundred men we came upon, a camp looking like “the camps of infantry.” We went down the hill to meet the men, slept there a few days, ate fried beans, and listened to and took notes about the stories the forgotten men enjoyed telling.

 

Hobos in a Clearing

We reached the crest of the hill at dusk.
Below us, like the camps of infantry,
Burned the scattered fires of forgotten men,
Each a separate picture.
They lived in the open or in
The opulence of tarpaper
Lean-tos against a tree, and
Migrated as punctually as geese.
They wore black–perhaps it was
The soot of trains–
And squatted on their haunches like crickets
Beside the snapping flames.
Streams of smoke trailed off
High into the trees
And embers flickered and faded,
Flickered and faded
In the harsh bite and sparkle
Of the wind, and glowed bronze
On the men’s untroubled faces
Late into the night.

 

© 2025 David J. Rogers

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