my favorite writer

"He started writing," she
said, talking
about her
father.
"He's an old man now. Had
me when
he was in his
late forties. You'd think
late forties would
be enough to realize
that a man is crazy, but
well, not my mother
I guess. Or perhaps it was
the craziness that
attracted her to him. I'll never
know.
He says that writing is
something you can
do until you drop
dead, unlike
sports where you can only be
truly good when you're
young, in your prime.
Also, he's
one of those artists who
believe that
one must suffer for art. I tried
telling him that's just
plain stupid,
but despite all my efforts he
still sprinkles
razor blades on his bed
when he goes to sleep. He moves
at night
or course
and of course he gets plenty
of cuts. All over his body.
And every time he gets a cut
he stands up,
turns on the light,
and sprays rubbing alcohol on
the cut.
He says it works 100% of
the time.
Instantly he gets inspired,
grabs the muse by
the throat, as he puts it.
There's a laptop on his nightstand,
ever turned on,
and he immediately starts
writing as the
blood seeps out of
the wound. When the inspiration
wains he grabs the bottle
of rubbing alcohol and
sprays some more. There's no
writing without pain, he says. And
of course
all his stories are
about pain and suffering.
He's even got one in which
this old guy
who never did anything worthwhile
in his life
finds himself paralyzed in
his armchair
from the waist down.
How he can't do shit
and just cries
and begs death to take him
already. But he doesn't really
want to go. He knows that all
his life has been lived in vain.
He never made one
soul happy as long
as he lived.
So he gets this idea that if only he can
make one soul happy
before departing forever
he had not lived in vain.
In part two of
the story he
starts cutting pieces of his own
flesh, from the legs
in which he's got no
feeling, and throws them
out the window for
the mongrel dogs and
street cats to feast on. Then he
dies in peace,
knowing that he'd made at least
a few souls happy."

"Did he really write that,"
I asked

"Sure did," she said. "And many
more. He doesn't care
about publishing
though. He just knows that
the world will discover his
art after he'll be gone. I guess
he made his
peace with this."

"Shit," I said, "listen, could I
read that story myself?
Or any other
of his?"

"Like I said, he won't
share his
writings with an audience. Only
postmortem, he says."

Well, after that evening
every time I met her
I kept asking
about her father.

He was still
alive and
writing

He also got diabetes
from all the
glasses of coca-cola
mixed with
six or seven spoonfuls
of sugar he drank
to replenish his blood,
but that was
all right, apparently it only
made him write better
now that he had more
suffering in his life

he also refuses to see
or be seen
by any doctors
or psychiatrists

Well, I don't want much
from him, only
to know that
he's got a big fan
in this world

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  1. the things I would do to read his stories! This reminds me of a poem that I read in college. The narrator is someone who is insane, but no one knows that. The narrator talks a lot, and randomly shares fun “facts” that are so INTERESTING that they seem accurate, but really they’re just made up theories from someone who has lost their mind. I remember one of these fun facts. It’s that when it rains, a mosquito is able to fly and avoid every drop of rain falling from the sky. It’s interesting, isn’t it? Anyways, every now and then I tell someone that and they actually believe me! haha! I guess they’re crazier than me for believing an insane person 😛

    You have my follow, I look forward to reading more of your work!

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  2. Shakespeare’s “pound of flesh” with a drenching of Kafka and a dash of Hemingway maybe? The obsessed writer makes all different kinds of marks… I am not sure I’m prepared for his post mortem works! You write an interesting narrative-poem but very spooky.

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      1. There are plenty of examples thru out time to be sure. Perhaps it’s a requirement of the trade? For those who would dare to speak. In any case thank you for coming by my new blog. I look forward to reading more of your work some time. I do like a good “nightmare-tale” from time to time!

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  3. Great piece of writing. Some writers really believe they have to suffer to write. I think I rather live comfortably while penning down stuff.

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  4. This glorification of suffering as a source of art is definitely something I grew up seeing. And then I almost got married to one such sufferer. Big mistake. Big. 😅

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      1. Yup I was an idiot. But you are right. They are fascinating. And it was also a lesson in the fact that suffering is, after a certain point, actively chosen. I love how this piece illustrated it.

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  5. Such a strange but interesting poem. Maybe I’m overthinking, but if it’s a cry for help, I hope it’s not too late. Writing can be based on sweet soft good dreams instead too. Have missed reading your poems though, keep writing!

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    1. ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ Thank you for the appreciation (and the concern, lol).
      Don’t worry though, at the end of the day all my poems are but the results of daydreaming, nothing more :))

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