I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change. I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends. I write as a daily act of improvisation.
Yeah, it was harsh. The two are not equivalent. He must have been very scared to get tanked like that to write. The empty page, the blank screen, is scary. But so is a mortgage. So is the stillness of a courtroom before you make the closing argument. And so is a broken leg that needs fixing fast. We all have jobs. You take a bad turn when you start to think your next work must be marked by genius because you are a genius. Thompson's death is an occasion not for inspiration or celebration but compassion. Not pity, but a sense of universal idiocy, and sympathy. Contrast this with the Pope, and his suffering. He will die with dignity and grace, showing us the meaning of the sanctity of life.
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Oh no! Sad news, indeed.
Note to Anonymous: You claim Hunter S. Thompson "took the cowards way out," but you won't even sign your name.
Yeah, it was harsh. The two are not equivalent. He must have been very scared to get tanked like that to write. The empty page, the blank screen, is scary. But so is a mortgage. So is the stillness of a courtroom before you make the closing argument. And so is a broken leg that needs fixing fast. We all have jobs. You take a bad turn when you start to think your next work must be marked by genius because you are a genius. Thompson's death is an occasion not for inspiration or celebration but compassion. Not pity, but a sense of universal idiocy, and sympathy. Contrast this with the Pope, and his suffering. He will die with dignity and grace, showing us the meaning of the sanctity of life.
I'm very, very sad indeed. First Spalding Gray, and now Hunter. I'll miss them both. Michelle
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