I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Writers can feel threatened by the presence of their peers, which can lead to feelings of competition and discomfort.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski expresses the notion that a writer's creativity can be stifled by the awareness of other writers. The metaphor of 'flies on the same turd' suggests that writers often find themselves in a competitive and unattractive environment when surrounded by others in their field, leading to insecurity and a diminished sense of individuality.
Themes
WritersCompetitionCreativityInsecurityIndividuality
In practice
Example use cases
In a writers' group discussion to highlight the drawbacks of comparison.
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