don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like
so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull and
boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the
world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or
murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do
chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or
it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.