Just so y’all know, I quite love T.S. Eliot…He made so many pieces of art & beauty converted into language; & language was the first intangible thing that men & women with souls made that became a cornerstone of the ethos we might begin to call…the soul. He’s particularly Piercing to me because he wrote about our work succinctly & sharp as a pen…He wrote about Writers & the Life we take a gamble on because we would literally give up trying to live as anything but – a writer. Nothing else feeds our soul like opening a vein & picking up the Quill.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
My blood is black as squid ink; a drop is a word on my page.