Left With No Write

The greatest writer is he who can write about the world of meanings without thinking of its essence. For sublime writing is the art of unwriting what has made us NOW. The denial of eyes, incorporation of lies, make-believe flights, and a thousand other thoughts meant to be forgotten only to be remembered in the damnation of the self. It’s only a matter of going beyond what is expected: that the next line would fall in tune would rather be death than rest. What are words after all but lexicons which man has injected meanings to.

That too–because writing can never be taught, disown what professors and poets tell. Molest a Muse to make you come. In multiples.

–Karlo Jose R. Pineda