I have to make an effort, something to do, beyond personal experience.
Anything personal is not for sale, it is not aimed at anyone, it contains no message for the reader or publisher.
The personal, here, stated so openly, is an impertinence and accordingly the author is punished with ignorance.
There are no more secrets, that one could unpack by himself, and which formerly a sinner confessed to the priest.
Raven, either you belong to the public, them, the market etc. or you stay with yourself, so nah, that it's nobody's business, what you say.
Then it is not literature, only plaice, Raven, maybe I can create generalities in the testimony….
Just by weaving in descriptions of nature, I write from my body.
And with this body, the damn, female, is also personal, meaning sensual perception.
Damage, that I can't do Shades of Gray, Sadomaso nonsense….and that i'm really personal, really intimate.
I am ashamed of this, but as I said, I try to at least put in a googled world historical fact from time to time,
so as not to stand completely naked.
Raven, sleep well, My dear, gentle nibbler! A man with multiple sclerosis said in a film on Arte today, his body feels, like a nuclear attack. I was very impressed with this comparison. I wouldn't have thought of it myself, but also in the ME body it feels like that most of the time…..it is, like being burned by poison….it's throbbing….that's why you can never sleep, wegen des feurigen Gefechts….
Was soll’s, ich versuche emotional nur noch von Sekunde zu Sekunde zu täpperlen….höchstens von Minute zu Minute…. ich überwinde die kleinsten Zeiteinheiten….
Mein Nichtmehrfortkommen ist wie ein Schock, der mich als Flut einkeilt.
Aber du, du kannst noch fliegen, unter Blitz und Donner hindurch, und meine Gedanken folgen dir.