Bloom himself was haunted by the possibility that self-creation and self-belief were fundamentally impossible—that the “deep inwardness” he valued so much in the great writers could only ever be mediated by that constant, sublimated anxiety of influence. Perhaps it’s telling that Bloom himself never became a poet or a serious writer of fiction (he wrote one highly Gnostic fantasy novel which he later disavowed). Still, the authors he idolized most—whose works he felt were most inexhaustible and life-giving—all shared at least this much: they were fiercely, zealously dedicated to protecting and listening to their own voice. And if it is indeed a spiritual issue, as for Bloom it obviously was, then the paralyzing anxiety of influence is all too like our deepest anxieties in this chaotic era: our religious doubt, our pessimism about romantic love, our slack belief in the possibility of a better world. The noise of our fears and worries keeps us from hearing the voice we ought to hear—keeps us from believing that it’s possible to hear that voice to begin with. And the same anxiety sits at the heart of all contemporary forms, just as surely as it sat at the heart of my own practice for so many years.
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