December 2011 Archives
For some human beings, writing is an obsession. We have to write, or the chemicals in our heads go haywire. There's stuff floating around in there, and it can get to the point at which we must, absolutely must, get it Out There, into the world beyond our skulls--or we will implode. Shrapnel everywhere. (I wonder what that shrapnel would look like? Bits of lines of poetry by Frost and Dickinson? Fragments of paintings by Bosch, Klee and Moses? Algebraic symbols?)
Anyway. Take the need to write, and complicate that place of perpetual insanity by the passionate, no-holds-barred love for The Horse. Now you have a potentially dangerous person on your hands: while the rest of the world may view the horse writer as a quiet, mousy introvert who keeps to themselves and lives with a cat...


M.E. Altieri
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