Talk about ” Quasi – Talking ” about my own work ; and writhing about my own works. Difficult.
Why ? – Because you sense :
1. I am not getting it. The full self-analysis ; nor even the musical composition, its true genesis and how its substance is born and takes off in full flight, well-wrought, well-rounded off .
2. Self-deceit is never distant , self-diddlement. Tales heard from another . A story “bentrovato” if not quite how it really was, perhaps ?
3. When is writing writhing ? Riding blissfully over truth – what truth ?