harry crosby's sun was black.

berryman preferred the bridge.
plath didn't light the oven.

seneca cut his wrists in the
bathtub (it's best that way:
in warm water).
thomas and behan drank themselves
to death and 
there are many others.

and you want to be a writer?

it's that kind of war:
creation skills,
many go mad,
some lose their way
can't do it
anymore.
a few make it to old age.
a few make money.
some starve (like vallejo).
it's that kind of war:
casualties everywhere.