[Whatever happens, my friend, keep writing.
-Why the hell?
Because you will spend a lifetime writing complete drivel, scratching on the great toilet wall of the internet, howling across empty fields, and then even as the clock counts down the last minutes to your execution, you will write the perfect poem, the beauty of which will move souls in centuries to come...]
5 minutes is plenty.
And what is the meaning of this? you will ask...
Poets, bloggers and other scribblers with over-developed senses of melodrama need a suitably melodramatic reply when interrogated by that sinister looming monster, futility...
4 comments:
We will just burn our myriad written pages in a controlled fire to keep warm in the winters of our discontent, as our utilities prices reach beyond our means.
Sometimes melodrama is a form of understatement.
"...he's Mikey, OK? He's like the locusts. He's not gonna be right again for like seven years."
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(from the tv show Rescue Me)
"We will just burn our myriad written pages in a controlled fire to keep warm in the winters of our discontent, as our utilities prices reach beyond our means."--is a form of understatement.
I hope your work much ;)
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