The Sacred Disease: An Apologia in Fragments and Fractals by C. Derick Varn

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The Sacred Disease:

An Apologia in Fragments and Fractals

by C. Derick Varn

Why does anyone write as a profession?  Language, the basic medium for communication, is a trickery mistress.  It slips around in your mouth, evades your fingers, vomits itself forth from your pencil, limits your thoughts, and colors your world.  It is this that let E. M. Cioran to say, “One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland – and no other.”
One wonders how writing cannot be a profession at that point. After all, profession is, at root, what one professes.  The word is rooted in language, to profess, to admit or publicly show.  Indeed, one’s profession is what one shows to the world.  Like a supplicant to a religion that requires a “profession of faith,” to use Protestant Christian terms, the writer must profess what makes his world. …

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