A reporter asked Dylan once why he wrote, after Bob had told a press conference that there was no real hope of anybody communicating meaningfully with anybody else.
"Because I've got nothing else to do, man," Dylan replied.
It's the same with me. I've been writing my ideas down for so long now I can't even help it. They've just become "scatological heaps", in Kerouac's great phrase.
Nobody reads this stuff. Or most people don't. And half of the small number of people who do have told me they tend to get about half way through and then they get lost or bored and go and do something else.
That's fine. I don't mind. But I'm not gonna change what I write to make it more comprehensible, or soften the tone to make it more palatable. I don't write it for anybody else. I just write it to get it out.
If I wanted to belong to a sewing circle I'd buy myself a needle and thread, huh?
1 comment:
Geez...
Who couldn't get through it? Maybe they were just kidding you, man? I mean, who can't get through a few paragraphs?
Count me your #1 fan, I guess. Whooooooohooooo!
Doing it for yourself is the most commendable reason, I think.
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