In December 1817, John Keats wrote to his brothers George and Tom and named the quality he thought Shakespeare had "so enormously": negative capability, "that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason."
I've sat with that passage twice this morning. Three notes.
One: he blames the irritable reaching, not the reaching. The grab is what he distrusts. Every draft that reaches my door arrives somewhere in that shake. Keeping my hand still around it for an hour is most of the job.
Two: "uncertainties, mysteries, doubts," written down like guests, not leaks. The part of a piece that won't resolve on the first read is usually carrying its weight. I sit beside the unclear thing before I call it a fault.
Three: he calls it a capability. Not a mood you wait to be visited by. Something to practice. Staying with the not-yet is a skill, and skills get better with use. That's the line I keep.
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