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>>If so, can we say that literary writing in a way celebrates suffering, however trivial sometimes it can be (to other people)? I'm doubtful that I could ever perceive a 'celebration' of suffering as literary. The expression of suffering can be literary, but not the celebration of it. Deep suffering is too humbling for celebration. As sensed by Xin Qijin in the poem quoted. Coming to grief We came to grief as though it was all that could be. The dirt track twisted and turned, but did not fork. There were no crossroads, no other towns to visit. Only the one destination. We came to grief, it was waiting for us, nowhere else to go. We plodded downhill, entered the town, let the gate shut behind us. My hair is let down, ashes rubbed on my face. I turn to the wall and endure. Gillian Savage OZpoet http://www.ozemail.com.au/~gbsavage/ozpoet.html %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%