I've been staring at An Eastern Ballad by Allen Ginsberg. I received some really interesting reviews on my Writerscafe.org profile over the weekend. I was compared to Ginsberg, and Pound, and Baudelaire. I decided it might be a good idea to find out who those people were.
I'm...not like them. These were real writers, people who weren't afraid to write. To do little more than write. To let the craft run their lives. Or ruin their lives. I can see how my style is similar though. And I want to be like them.
I'm just still too afraid. Still too secure in my mundane life.
I'm...not like them. These were real writers, people who weren't afraid to write. To do little more than write. To let the craft run their lives. Or ruin their lives. I can see how my style is similar though. And I want to be like them.
I'm just still too afraid. Still too secure in my mundane life.
"Don't let go of the branch you're holding to reach for one you're not sure of." --Dr. Kenrick Leslie (Who has perhaps forgotten that only half his success has come from hard work. The other half...from blind luck, and taking risks.)
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