Book: Confession in a few words

Fortunately, the urge for writing is a Vice that is disposable. I if see I write less and less, and in the end probably not stop, finding no delights in this war with yourself and others.

And another unique advantage is with the writer: evade approaching it dangers. I often ask myself what would have happened to me, I lost the ability to do the paperwork. To write means to get rid of reproaches and insults, to throw up their secrets. The writer is crazy, using imaginations-with words to heal. How many ills, how many threatening attacks I took over thanks to these pacifiers!

Writing is a challenge, okresowe a false view of reality, which raises above the existing and what is considered existence.

None of my string is not written at normal temperature. However for many years I considered myself the only one among the others a man without flaws. This pride was my blessing: it gave me the strength to do the paperwork. I almost stopped writing at that moment appeased his delusions of grandeur and fell victim to the most pernicious of modesty, killing that internal tremors, which gave me premonitions and revelations. I can write only when, casting aside the fear of appearing ridiculous, see the beginning and the end of the world in two.

And prudence? This thing is quite the opposite. Sitting in us the prudence negates any of our impulses, this is an internal saboteur that weakens and paralyzes us, who monitors the madman inside in order to stop it, to denigrate, to defame. What then is inspiration? This is an immediate exit from itself, the inexplicable will to self-assertion or self-destruction.

The desire to write takes me by the throat only one time: when I'm ready to explode and are in fever or convulsions, in tetanus, which is about to burst with rage, in a state where settling a score with the world and my verbal invective - replacement of slaps and blows. Usually begins with slight shivering, which is becoming stronger. As if you just insulted and you did not. The appeal to the letter was tantamount to a delayed response or delayed splash: I write not to take action to avoid disruption.