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I am so easily influenced by my heroes they’re villains from pages.
Bukowski had me sucking the bottle and preaching only loneliness would save us.
And after I read everything I could find about the actor Klaus Kinski
God help any woman unfortunate enough to have spent the night laying next to me.
If that’s what it takes to deliver great art
Then I’m not going to write about
All of the things that make you hurt.
I’ve heard it said that Hamsun had to pick the bones from his flesh just to keep up the strength
To keep writing about what it’s like to be truly down and out
When hunger and madness consumed him and the winters in Norway ripped through him
Not even the written word could save him
If that’s what it takes to deliver great art
Then I’m not going to write about
All of the things that make you hurt.
‘cause they’re not mine to talk about.
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