In the past, I’ve used profanity in my writing. You’ll find a variety of cuss words in the books of my Cult Trilogy, in much of my poetry, and spattered throughout posts on my old websites. For that I do not apologize.
I will not promise to refrain from ever using profanity here. After all, words are just words. As long as I use profanity in a manner that’s not directed at the reader, or a specific person or group of people, it really shouldn’t matter. For the most part, I’ve only used profanity in character, or as adjectives to describe my own thoughts and feelings, or to describe a thing, place, or incident.
I don’t believe that art should be censored. Although, I do believe that great artists can communicate without using profanity, that doesn’t mean they always should. Sometimes an occasional cuss word is the right word for the situation or the moment, like when you stub your toe in the middle of the night.
As a poet, I like to dance in that space between the holy and the profane, finding inspiration from both of those worlds. That is the space in which I live, work, and play. Profanity may be an occasional part of the dance. – dse