Sometime in the "While Ago" of the "Way Before" I watched an interview of Frank McCourt the Author of Angela's Ashes . He was "up-there" in age but was able to write a book of memoirs about his Mom . I liked the guy straight-away, because---despite--- his age he was still able to generate such loving text { writing as Art via "Grand-Ma Moses"} . Soon after that [observation] I listened to a respected Intellectual describe McCourt's Book as "same old Irish {get this" RANT . I was both sickened and ENRAGED . I HAD liked this {now} ASSHOLE so it was a "Double Whammy" .
I'm rwiting* this morning due to a feeling of shame and embarrassment . Every morning I argue with SEVERAL of my "Other Selfs" because they would have me Rwite >> whether or NOT<< the shyte* I generate is any >>>Good . I DON'T like rwiting when my Heart-Mind isn't "into it" . I feel as if it's senseless dribble ~~~~ the dregs and dross from my barrel of "shit, piss,, and fucking corruption" . I don't want to be tagged with >>>> "the same old Portuguese Rant" .
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