Fearless Writer

Why should I be afraid to say some things? As a writer I should be fearless, yet I am inhibited by the oppressive judging views of others. They may attribute all my words to me, as some kind of indication of what’s on my mind, the state of affairs in my thoughts and their processes. But who is to say what my thoughts are and what are merely my thought experiments? I am covered in a coffin by the words I express, shrouds forced and layered on top of me because of character explorations. But even if they turn out vitriolic, racist, sexist or anything-ist, if these expressions are wrong, it does not necessitate my explicit guilt; one doesn’t arrest the loud hailer of the riotous provocateur! The tool is not the craftsman and the craftsman is not the tool. Besides, the rebellion lies in your perception, not in my constructions and vocalisations. You are more guilty than I. You use blame to escape facing your own haunting thoughts, you assume I am what my words describe, but I am in the end describing the reader. So what disgusts you in my words and images is merely the realisation and fear within yourself, a kind of recognition of something base inside you, all of which is aroused because you know exactly what I mean but are too afraid to admit it! That is why I should be fearless, to say what you cannot, to let you know that as lonely as you are and as lowly as you think yourself, you are not alone.