Month: August 2017
Writers writing from the margins do not write to be consumed. They write to be read (a different thing) and, for many, to eke out a sphere of existence that had not previously existed in the literary imagination. – Li Sian Gon
Much of this new article in Bitch–like much of the material within–goes over my head, but these two sentences resonated and I wanted to document it in a feed.
This particular song, Icicle Man was written over the course of a walk around Nashville one hot afternoon while on a solo tour. Had been reading a biography of Hank Williams and didn’t have a friend for miles around, at least that I knew of. There was also a copy of Johnny Cash’s first autobiography, Man in Black, that had come into my hands at the time.
I was in my mid-late twenties and my last romantic relationship had ended really unhappily,