You have this terrific fear. You are weak and you are of no consequence. You think it is important that people like you. They never like you and when they show the most distinctive displeasure, you cower like a sick little mouse, poisoned, about to die. Why don’t you go crawl into a valley of thick trees where you will never see the peoples’ expressions of disgust? Why don’t you? Please. Quit letting the others weigh on you. They won’t miss you. One day when they’re singing, they’ll be glad you’re gone. You could go fast, crash hard. Bonjour, m’lad.
- Join 4,912 other subscribers
Categories
FOCUS
100 Words Alcoholism America 2017 American Culture Angels Anna Karenina Architecture Art Arts Auto racing Beethoven Brahms Christmas Cinquain Coffee Compassion Dance David Foster Wallace Day Job Death Depression Dogs Etudes Experimental Fiction Experimental Music Experimental Poetry Failure Fear Fibonacci Flash Fiction Friends Gracie Great Books Harry Hate Holidays Idealism Insanity Inspiration Monday Isolation Joy Kansas Love Mahler Meditation Micro Fiction Mission Statement Mother Mozart Music NaNoWriMo National Poetry Writing Month Nothingness One Shot Poetry PAD 2013 Photography Poems Poetry Purpose recovery Resistance Safe Places Seeking God Sex Shadorma Shostakovich Six Words Snow Spirituality Take Me To The Hospital Tanka The Prodigy why write Winter WritingWonderful Places
Archives
- February 2022
- October 2021
- August 2021
- July 2020
- July 2018
- December 2017
- June 2017
- May 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- September 2016
- May 2016
- September 2014
- August 2014
- June 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
Blog: Stillfugue Topics:Fiction, Poetry, Essays
stillfugue 
#1 by MARANTHA JENELLE on June 15, 2011 - 5:54 pm
carl, there is so much pain…so much despair…in your writing of late. i am praying you will be alright. my own writing lately has also carried dark overtones. please, don’t give up. i will tell you the same thing i just told iron spider, i, for what it’s worth, believe in you. i read your words and know you have talent, but the pain and despair in your recent pieces breaks my heart.
please, sweetie, take care, and just know that at least one soul out in the world is thinking of you and praying for you.
heaven bless,
marantha
#2 by Carl on June 15, 2011 - 10:32 pm
It’s okay, Marantha. It’s fiction.
When it’s the real deal, I go to my doctor. Of course, I go to my doctor all of the time and she does some pretty good work.
Writing can be extreme especially when I put the fiction label on it.
#3 by carldagostino on June 15, 2011 - 8:47 pm
We often feel this paranoia of inferiority. Actually, for the most part all these people we think are contemptuous and dismissive of us are paying no attention to us at all. They are too consumed with themselves.
#4 by Carl on June 15, 2011 - 10:37 pm
You are absolutely right, Carl. My literary hero, David Foster Wallace, said something like, you wouldn’t worry about what people think about you if you realized how little they do. But some people do not have the character to have this awareness and we don’t know why.
#5 by Kay Camden on June 16, 2011 - 9:55 am
Yes, absolutely yes to both Carls. People only notice you when it’s obvious you have no care for their opinion whatsoever!
#6 by LetterzToNoOne on June 16, 2011 - 9:51 pm
I question everything I say and do worried that I will offend. Only when I write am I free. Perhaps because it is to no specific person and simply an expression of myself.
#7 by Carl on June 16, 2011 - 11:26 pm
I identify with what you say, strongly. When I write, I am free, but after I’ve shared it, I’m in fear again. When I look at it a week later, I say that is not nearly good enough!