Jun 2015
The writer makes his rueful confession:
he turned an acquaintance into an obsession,
objectifying and fantasizing...
lying, denying, poorly disguising
the gaping wounds is his head and heart.
This is agony.
Is this Art?
he turned an acquaintance into an obsession,
objectifying and fantasizing...
lying, denying, poorly disguising
the gaping wounds is his head and heart.
This is agony.
Is this Art?
I'm considering if there is a point beyond which creative writing becomes
Exhibitionistic.... Comments, anyone? How much pain should be public
and where does it turn into self-pity?
Exhibitionistic.... Comments, anyone? How much pain should be public
and where does it turn into self-pity?
(melrose Mass.)
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