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Brilliant writing!

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Lots of cogitating going on! For my money writing starts and ends with words. Just as painting a still life starts with paint, writing a fiction whether micro or macro starts with words, composing a melody starts with sounds. Mastering the affordances and properties of the material substance used to hold the art work together in the physical world is the difference between being an artist and working in that direction. A second point: Comprehending a literary text as a reader isn’t the same as comprehending the same text as a writer. There is a correspondence between them, the poem is about the moon not about a trip to Antarctica, but the transaction transforms the inner art object wrought during the magic of composition (the mental elements of the art aren’t copied or repeated but uniquely constructed by the reader), Writers usually do everything they can to create texts that invite readers to work hard successfully at the task of building their own inner object using the blueprint of the text while finding joy in the process. Sometimes hiding Easter eggs for the reader is nice, but deliberately or negligently setting up obstacles or obfuscation isn’t so nice. I don’t read writers who do so. It’s gaming or manipulation. That doesn’t mean that something complex or subtle on its face can’t be mind boggling even when the writer has done exquisite work crafting the text.

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May 25, 2022Liked by Chevanne Scordinsky

Your poetry is fabulous! Keep writing.

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Beautiful.

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Jun 14, 2022Liked by Chevanne Scordinsky

This was like traveling vicariously with you. Thank you!

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Jul 31, 2023Liked by Chevanne Scordinsky

Whew, your poem about sending our boys to battle really resonates. After having my own son, I can't help but think about how innocent and vulnerable and dependent on connection all of us are. How/when does that get trained out of us? Is it slow and gradual or abrupt? My heart aches for the ways we disown each other.

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