In 1962, Bob Dylan told an interviewer: "The songs are there. They exist all by themselves, just waiting for someone to write them down. I just put them down on paper." Three decades later, he told another interviewer that his best songs had been written very quickly: "Just about as much time as it takes to write it down is about as long as it takes to write it."
Dylan wasn't alone in composing rapidly. Ted Hughes recalled that early in their marriage Sylvia Plath had written her poems slowly and laboriously, a thesaurus open on her lap, but that there had been a change early in 1961, when she began to write "at top speed, as one might write an urgent letter." In October, 1962, with Hughes banished for his infidelity, Plath wrote her greatest poems, "from dawn to when the babes wake, a poem a day." Hughes marveled that although in the late poems Plath controlled "one of the widest and most discriminating vocabularies in the modern poetry of our language...these are poems written for the most part at great speed, as she might take dictation." Although Plath was a minor figure in the literary world at the time, she had no doubt about her achievement. In a letter to her mother that October, she declared: "I am a genius of a writer; I have it in me. I am writing the best poems of my life; they will make my name."
The creative speed of the conceptual Dylan and Plath stands at an opposite pole from that of many great experimental innovators. Elizabeth Bishop began writing "The Moose" in response to an incident that occurred when she visited her Aunt Grace in 1946. Ten years later, in 1956, Bishop wrote to her aunt that she had written a poem that was dedicated to her, and promised to send her a copy when it was published. Sixteen years later, in 1972, Bishop published the poem in The New Yorker, and sent the magazine to her aunt. After still more revisions, Bishop published the final version of "The Moose" in her next book of poems, in 1976. In a poem for Bishop, her friend Robert Lowell paid tribute to her patient search for the right language:
you still hang your words in air, ten years
unfinished, glued to your notice board, with gaps
or empties for the unimaginable phrase -
unerring Muse who makes the casual perfect?
Not all conceptual writers work as fast as Dylan and Plath, nor do all experimental writers work as slowly as Bishop. But the differing speeds of composition are not accidental. Conceptual artists record ideas -- their own or perhaps those of the Deity. These can be known with certainty, and often arrive fully formed. In contrast, experimental artists want to record their perceptions of external reality, and this process is often fraught with uncertainty and ambiguity. Hence the deliberate caution of Cézanne -- "I seek in painting" -- versus the confident certainty of Picasso -- "I don't seek, I find."