The Only Balm

by Nicole Trilivas

“His hidden consciousness, his indecipherability, created my anguish. I write this not to answer these questions, but to ask them. I must ask them. My need to explore his life by writing about him may not have been his wish but I have to do it.  As a writer L. would have understood this compulsion.  But what can I gain by dwelling in this most frustrating place? As a writer, the creation of a new work, making a thing, seems to me the only balm. I can’t answer the questions but I can make something out of them.”

-Thea Goodman “Art Lovers” http://therumpus.net/2014/01/the-sunday-rumpus-essay-art-lovers/

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