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On Social Experimentation

“You must be miserable to be a good artist.” – At 17, I became a poet and I was my own grief. Mentor after mentor after mentor taught me that the lifeblood of my craft or the thing that would recondition the lapses in the fiction-I-strove-to-write was finding despair and willingly let it possess me. Living with misery was like having a poltergeist constantly light your bed on fire. The pyromania – letting things burn, knowing that you are the cause of your own despair. It strove for perfection and it ate the details of my day, whispering, “Nobody loves you. You are hideous inside and out. Just kill yourself.” As opposed to, “Destroy everything you love. Your works will be a grand gesture. A testament to a love that once existed. Write about it. Destroy another person for they have destroyed you. Everyone will love you.” That is to say if the pieces were mostly confessional and not some sad sack of gibberish pretending to be difficult, edgy, and wrapped in compound adjectives. And …