Why Write
i've always look for joy as a pretext to write
but could not or would not
fall face down upon the knot of pain which seems
to make even the simplest things
a complete and frightening mystery.
this way i have avoided being torn
by the terrific closeness with that heart-shaped weapon
which makes us die. i have left out
important fragments of my life. i've taken only
the juice out of the squalor. i have avoided
loving more than i could love.
- Andrei Codrescu
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