To write we are told Requires relentless ruthless brutal honesty And a willingness to betray. One might wish to impart a lesson Of kindness and empathy; if The writer lacks the sociopathic Proclivities that characterize most renown authors, Perhaps they’ll say something that resonates with such lovely Sentiments. But the writing will lack the punch That would have us re-read. I would not want to be subject To Jane Austen’s scrutiny. The exposures would be too Harsh. The talented writer aims for the reader’s Jugular. And the good ones, the Writer who succeeds, bleeds The reader, Some slowly with exquisite beauty and others With the swift cut and sure thrust. But in either case, Ruthless relentless honesty Entwine with beauty. Why read if all we find Is agony; let the agony be Spiced with art.
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