Things have been difficult lately.
I’ve received some criticism today, about me personally, and about my writing, specifically about this blog “are disgusted by it” and “just who reads that shit you write?” were the exact words. That’s okay, not everyone is going to like me or like what I write. So today I was reading poetry, which generally helps, and certainly never hurts, and then this song came on.
Thanks Johnny Cash, I think I’ll do just that.
and here’s some of the poetry that went through my head today
Canto LXXXI, excerpt
“What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage”
… the rest is dross
I do read lots of Anne Lamott – love her!! I’ll look up Mary Karr. thanks very much!
I’m sorry you had to endure negative comments. Sorry that some people feel the need to spout off when they don’t find what we write agreeable. Read lots of Anne Lamott and Mary Karr–two tough writers who have earned their tough skin. That’s what I do 🙂