I think sometimes I know too many secrets. That they will overrun me one day and crowd out everything else until there is nothing left but the echoing light and thunder of all these secrets leaving me paralyzed with no words —
With secrets, words are forbidden.
I think this is how writers are made. People who are bound by secrets so long one day in place of silence something new is born, something made up, something fiction, anything, everything, just to fill that void of non-sound.
Writers tell the truth through lies.
How messed up is that?
where the art work comes from:
:::the society of historical curiosities:::
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Wow – not sure to put into words how cool this blog post is! The end phrase: Writers tell the truth through lies, is creative even in it’s messed up truth.
Fiction writers delve in truth. Everyone is stuck with facts. I’d rather have truth, even with the lies hiding in the shadows.
Fiction writers delve in truth. Everyone else is stuck with facts. I’d rather have truth, even with the lies hiding in the shadows.
It’s the least messed up thing I’ve ever heard. Most people lie to obscure the truth. We use humanity’s own weapon against itself to expose a deeper truth.
I do think this is how many writers are made. Over and over again, don’t talk, don’t speak, that is a secret, don’t tell — until all those secrets slam their way out like roses in the desert fighting everything around them to exist without it being allowed. I know that is how I was made.