An artistic gift is dropped on you by God and if you attend to the gift and are true to it… are committed to the forbidden and dangerous and thrilling thing, namely, the truth… you will sometimes be in serious need of a helping hand…
I know, I used to be one of them, when I was writing fiction for the New Yorker and scraping along and had to take my wife twice to General Hospital in Minneapolis for treatment. Exquisite humiliation.
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