“I helped occupy one of the campus buildings, was roughed up by the cops and spent a night in jail, but mostly I was a bystander, a sympathetic fellow traveler.
Just wondering how you got to May 30th before the rest us of did? Nice piece. I do use chiches a lot (I don't really consider myself a writer) for almost a cynical purposes almost like illustration, kind of a fun thing for the reader to find/ discover and digest in their own way. Thanks .
Ha, thanks for catching that. I haven't yet figured out time travel so, alas, it's just a lousy typo. As for cliches, well, they were once original and striking metaphors that just grew stale from overuse. And I hear you, one can have fun with them. I did it myself in my book Chasing Water, where in one section I wrote several paragraphs entirely consisting of cliches (the idea was to formally depict how the subject of the story, a star swimmer, had at that moment fallen victim to all the cliches success can bring). Though a *pain in the neck* and hardly *easy as pie*, the passage was a *vain attempt* to stylistically *think outside the box* you might say...
Yeah, hard to imagine a more horrific way of coming back to consciousness from a stupor than to find that your 10 month old has overdosed on your drugs
Our African version of it is a baby getting chopped up for medicine, or raped to cure AIDS. Ours is a fucked-up world, a constant struggle within our animalism, those who embrace it and those pretending humans aren't animals.
My counterbalance, for want of a much better word, and which I failed to explain because my brain sometimes jumps the steps, is the lack of guilt by a parent who sells or abuses their child. Nothing to do with your article but it's what you provoked in me.
Just wondering how you got to May 30th before the rest us of did? Nice piece. I do use chiches a lot (I don't really consider myself a writer) for almost a cynical purposes almost like illustration, kind of a fun thing for the reader to find/ discover and digest in their own way. Thanks .
Ha, thanks for catching that. I haven't yet figured out time travel so, alas, it's just a lousy typo. As for cliches, well, they were once original and striking metaphors that just grew stale from overuse. And I hear you, one can have fun with them. I did it myself in my book Chasing Water, where in one section I wrote several paragraphs entirely consisting of cliches (the idea was to formally depict how the subject of the story, a star swimmer, had at that moment fallen victim to all the cliches success can bring). Though a *pain in the neck* and hardly *easy as pie*, the passage was a *vain attempt* to stylistically *think outside the box* you might say...
If every raindrop were a tear, that would be tragedy. And their patter-patter would be the soundtrack to this story.
Yeah, hard to imagine a more horrific way of coming back to consciousness from a stupor than to find that your 10 month old has overdosed on your drugs
Our African version of it is a baby getting chopped up for medicine, or raped to cure AIDS. Ours is a fucked-up world, a constant struggle within our animalism, those who embrace it and those pretending humans aren't animals.
Yeah that’s another level and degree of fucked up horror. I was just thinking about it in terms of guilt
My counterbalance, for want of a much better word, and which I failed to explain because my brain sometimes jumps the steps, is the lack of guilt by a parent who sells or abuses their child. Nothing to do with your article but it's what you provoked in me.
I hear you. Doing that consciously and without guilt is infinitely more sinister
Life sure has its dark.
Or that there is some governing principle of good.
Part o the argument whether good or evil exists, or we just exist regardless, and without the context of consequence.
We are responsible to one another, alone. Acting ethically, knowing that, is pure defiance.