Literature is about as unnecessarily necessarily as tableware or ironed shirts.
That is a secondary teacher conception - the writer as an observer.
It is strange, how quickly people want to obligate their poets, as it were, on the exile.
Writers let themselves be enticed by the language.
I was convinced that the world was in the departure and paging.
Why does one always ask a writer why they stopped? I am sure everyone finds in any drawer a few dear poems.