I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy myself? This last depression had scared me. It had come on so quickly, not like the gradual woolgathering in my brain I had known before.
But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world. - Betsy Lerner
But editors are still the world's readers. And thus the eyes of the world.
- Betsy Lerner
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combina… - Betsy Lerner
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combina…
When an editor works with an author, she cannot help seeing into the medicine cabinet of his soul. All the terrible emotions, the desire for vindicat… - Betsy Lerner
When an editor works with an author, she cannot help seeing into the medicine cabinet of his soul. All the terrible emotions, the desire for vindicat…
Asking for advice about what you should write is a little like asking for help getting dressed. I can you tell you what I think looks good, but you h… - Betsy Lerner
Asking for advice about what you should write is a little like asking for help getting dressed. I can you tell you what I think looks good, but you h…
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people. - Betsy Lerner
Indeed, the great paradox of the writer's life is how much time he spends alone trying to connect with other people.
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than… - Betsy Lerner
The world doesn’t fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than…
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy… - Betsy Lerner
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from? The desire to destroy…
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person. - Betsy Lerner
The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person.
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?. - Betsy Lerner
I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?.
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