I think there are different ways of being an editor, and while it is possible to see editing as a form of “correcting” a deficient or incomplete creation, it is also possible to see the editor as part of the creative process—not only acting on but within it, too.
As an editor, I try to enter into the world of the work—the consciousness of the artist—and sense what that works wants to become, what the artist intends. Being identified with the first-person perspective of the artist, it can be hard to see the shape of one’s work in a larger context, or to be aware of some defects in one’s one realization of an idea or transmission of feeling. The self and the work are still fused and interdependent; there is insufficient distance to judge.
An editor offer can offer a more disinterested, yet still caring point of view—with empathic insight. S/he can also serve as a bridge to readers and a wider cultural currents, to which they are attuned. An editor may also provide a critical stress-test to the final composition, so that by the time it reaches an audience, it has been subjected to a cold, clear eye of mature taste—as well as the furnace of the heart (which this editor keeps blazing through many dark nights), which is fueled by passion and respect for the craft.
Yet as a creator, I hate to throw things away, if they feel true to me. A line, image, rhyme, sound, crazy-seeming idea—may not fit where I originally thought it did, or anywhere else that’s obvious, but I keep it scribbled somewhere for compositing, recycling, or repurposing later on. Sometimes it takes many years for a scrap a poetry to find its place in the world. (Most, sadly yet thankfully, never do.) Yet a spark of genius can light an inferno, if conditions are right.
At the same time, I think you are right that some destruction—I’d add, mindful deconstruction—must take place intimately with the process, if only to tidy up and declutter our minds, break bad habits, and make space for new forms and fresh energies, which the world needs to recreate itself and become other than what it was.
Thanks for bringing attention to this topic that’s close to my heart.














