Bruce Whealton: Existential Writing

In my previous post I wrote about desolation, despair and the idea that if I ever got out of this place, I’d write something full of hope. I was thinking of Anne Sexton’s “Awful Rowing toward God.” She had a collection of poems called “The Awful Rowing Toward God” and I also thought of her suicidal nature. I guess, like Sartre she felt she had a choice in the most awful of circumstances, the choice to be or not be… to end one’s life even. I don’t see that really as an option. At least it doesn’t seem like a viable option to get one to where one wants to be.