Do I thank them, for their dismissals? Do I thank the silence? Do I thank the alienation?
....Do I thank the cad and coward who has of late destroyed my productivity, days, lucidity, first offering kindredness, friendship, then taking it away? He did also read the manuscript.
Paging through my inbox, thinking of those writers I have been in contact with who I don't speak to anymore. Who have disappeared, either with a harsh flourish or simply fading. How these accumulate to something like heartbreak.
....All that goes into writing a book. The silence, the silencing. And how one must write over that silence.
Out of wreckage, perhaps, comes writing.
- Kate Zambreno