Obscure

Literature is herself a clown. Without this coming first, no great art is made except glooms of ***** authors peddling like traders of a trade. The second needed is the dying of the tedious sigh, the writer must drown in happiness and be filled in joy. What covers will stay and what empties will become an empty road stand, no beauty or use per say. And last,the writer needs to master the ideas of the whirling clock, the deep jokes in ordinary lines, and the skills of hung heads,swinging apart their blood; executed for what is done, the writer executes the book and the book,the image stays.