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RE: A Swansong - The Impact Challenge Contest
I love how dark a discussion of memory and gender roles and reality can get. This has such a unique feel. I'm doomed in this challenge, aren't I?
"...stark as a goodbye..." This is such a perfect descriptor; I've never heard anyone say it like this before, but I think this is an exact grasp on what goodbyes do to people.
Not if you refer to your work as 'regurgitations', dear Caleb. :-) But I am glad you've found this exercise of mine. And of course it's dark. I wrote it :-)
You don’t think of art as regurgitation? (When it’s not a deliberate instrument of war, of course)
Like food, you can only take so much depression and ideas and people and life before it comes up out of you onto page. So, as eloquently as I could summon, art is our insides pulled into the light.