In the name of father, Willem

We think we're writing something to amuse, but we're actually saying something we desperately need to share.

The real mystery is this strange need.

Why can' t we just hide it and shut up?

Why do we have to blab? Why do Human beings need to confess?

Maybe, if you don't have that secret confession, you don't have a poem - don't even have a story.

Don't have the writer.

Ted Hughes

1998-1930