“The Thaumaturgy of Words” is creation, summarised. The very act, the disorderly manner in which inspiration manifests itself, the toll it takes on one’s essence.
Writing (as any other sort of art) is a shredding of oneself, is it not? The taking of slight portions, the careful insertion into a whole.
I rephrase Amanda Palmer’s “The Art of Asking”, here:
Crafting art is expressing that which you have lived or experienced in some way. You shape it, mould it into words, according to your will. The final result might become closer or farther from reality, depending on the processes you have applied along the way. At the end, nevertheless, a fragment of the original inspiration will always remain, its gist unchanged.
(original art by John Henry Fuseli)