The Curse of Every Writer’s Genius
“Don’t be afraid to be personal,
because the personal speaks to the universal,”
bid the imperative of his guiding
principle,
his creative muse and love divine, and he
wrote
stories on his life to give the mundane it’s
beautiful due; that’s what made him so popular,
so true. I read him in the morning, afternoon,
and evenings too; but the more I read him,
the more he entranced me. So, I asked my
muse
and love divine, and what came to me was no
less of a mystery: his mind is his to explore,
as is yours; but the more he explored, the
more
Mind he had to explore, and that’s the mystery
of his unplumbable genius. But is it not written
in ancient wisdom that Mind is the Great Slayer
of the Real? He wrote poetry, short stories,
novels, essays, and an idyllic stream of book
and art reviews to explore the existential
limits
of his thinking; but his sinuous mind refused
to let go of it’s intimate hold on Ego, and
that’s
the curse of every writer’s genius.
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