“I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.” — William Carlos Williams
I’ve been reading so much about addiction and Philip Seymour Hoffman today. Last night’s episode of Elementary (yes, I’m hooked) was about (in part) the lives of homeless mentally ill men on the cold streets of NYC, men suffering from schizophrenia and PTSD. Today, I learn that Maxine Kumin has died. A poet who did not succumb, who lived through the 1960s and 1970s and gave us much that her sister poets — Ann Sexton and Sylvia Plath — could not.
I often wonder if art isn’t an addiction, or sorts, one that doesn’t usually kill a person. Then I found the above quote by W.C.W. — whom I have since learned suffered from depression his whole life. I like the quote. It resonates with me.