Even if I knew for certain that I would never have anything published again, and would never make another cent from it, I would still keep on writing. ↗
I like reading Ball Tongue lyrics and all that stuff. And they published a book, and I wouldn't give my lyrics, and it's all wrong in the book, and I giggle. It's funny. ↗
I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan. ↗
However, I began to submit poems to British magazines, and some were accepted. It was a great moment to see my first poems published. It felt like entering a tradition. ↗
It's an awful feeling to write something that you feel is really important... and to feel that you're being published by people who really don't get it and/or don't really care. ↗
When I was at Hartford in Connecticut, where I lived during the war, I published several pieces which were well received, not only by those of my own colour, but by a number of the white people, who thought they might do good among their servants. ↗
I am a writer and always was; being a writer is an integral part of my identity. Being published, being well regarded, is a component of that identity. ↗