Admitted we were powerless...
powerless?
Yes, powerless.
Over what?
The universe.
Isn't that obvious?
It should be.
Stop
the world has to stop for me
because i can't stand the pain of another loss
but here it is
but each loss is more than just that loss
but is amplified through all of the previous losses
amplified through the ur loss
and it tears at you
so, yes, it should be
but it isn't.
because i'd rather pretend
and listen to the voices in my head that say
everything's fine.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Now there's the spirit. Who wouldn't drag them along too? But #amwriting my problems in them? Or other way around?
I zapped out my clever, instant response, but I'm pondering now. Perhaps some truth leaked out.
Am I writing my problems in my characters? Or am I bringing my characters to the problems? This is more than just clever wordplay.
I think what I should want to do, what I should hope to do, would be the latter.
The former is unimaginative. The former is mere camouflage. It is narrow and self-absorbed.
The latter assumes the characters are fully realized, and then forced to face the problems. The problems have been separated from me, and are now universal problems. Everyman problems.
The resolution of these problems is now a meaningful process that could help or enlighten readers for years to come.
Meaningfulness elevates fiction.
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