I watched Martin Scorcese's Public Speaking with Fran Liebowitz with my roommates the other day and fell in love with her cynicism. Perhaps she appealed to my own inner cynical Suzie. I cheered when she unapologetically scowled that this- my generation is too confident, too self- assured, self aggrandizing in the belief that their voices need to be heard and everything they say validated...
"No! Shut up," she says "You are not the greatest [...] Your every thought does not need to be heard"
On some level, I may have internalized this thought some time ago. I have not been published in years and striking a balance between writing and art has been arduous at best. I fear I am losing my perspective which brings me to another poignant Liebowitz statement,
"There are two types of writers, those who mature into better writers and those who get worse..."
I often wonder from which of these cloths I am cut...
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