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Pretentious is what I feel when I read back my works then I read others’ and thought Who am I kidding?

Yes! it is an internal enemy and it’s there to remind me of where I really am.

I think we might agree that it is something to go beyond.. hard as it may be.

Meanwhile, pretentiously pretending I have the understanding and depth necessary to write while all I use are others’ inventions, voices, tones, rhythms, forms.