Red Room Where the Writers Are

A Whale of a Difference

       When reading Orwell: ‘Inside the Whale’ I realized that acceptance was equivalent to ‘making no difference’. Are we to use our poetic powers for propaganda purposes? No! Therefore Henry Miller hits the mark – Bulls Eye. What does your existence have to say? Does it express pure joy or does it desperately seek self-aggrandizement. The latter makes a difference and suffers accordingly. I admit I am talking between the lines, you got to know a lot to catch my drift, but to those that do, their eyes will open.

So I continue: can we accept who we are, what we are, why we are, and simply express it?  Or do we rely on pumps, props, pops, and as such gamily go to gather lies. I trust you see where I am going, I trust you see I am not some charmer with a snake – I don’t offer a mistake – this is not something we half-bake – and get sick and die – WE TRY!