I think that the worst thing that can happen to a writer is to be misunderstood. To put something “out there” to be read that has some great meaning for oneself, and to have somebody go down some random lane and not get it.
Sadness.
That’s probably worse than being ignored. No. It’s definitely worse than being ignored.
Poor old Prufrock wonders, too:
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
Also, I wonder if I used one space or two after the periods.