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Sorry, not sorry

I’m not sorry about the toast. I’m not sorry about the wedding. I’m not sorry about the fake priest. I’m not sorry about switching the donors. I’m not sorry about Ramon. I’m not sorry about Kevin. I’m not sorry about … Continue reading

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Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Word Association

It is a haunting thing, these shadows that search and spasm, the darkness of it overwhelming, overthrowing, over and over until it’s a tumbledown mess of madness, where the crawling flies lay eggs of wonder and as I reach up … Continue reading

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  1. susielindau says:

    Okay. I dare you to say it all in one breath.. Love the prose!

    • What is it about this one, in particular, might I ask?

      • Trent Lewin says:

        This is more like writing the way I wish it was, more imagery and words rather than distinct events. I think most people either don’t understand that language can be used this way, or believe it’s just not commercial enough for their purposes. I think this is marvellous writing and use of words, the rhythm is sort of interesting too with the big sentence. I picture something like this surrounded by a more conventional story. I don’t know, I love writing like this, but don’t see it often. Salman Rushdie writes like this (in my opinion anyway), and I consider him the greatest living writer. Anyway, there’s enough imagery in this to justify it as poetry, but it’s distinctly prose. If you want specifics, best lines for me were the black feathers… doll one, and the last line, something about the already always standing that got me. Now all that said, could be I read it in right frame of mind, but just looked at it again and I have to say yeah, I really liked this, you are a writer. I will write something in your honour and post it on my blog thing, in my attempt to make sure people read you.

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Friends Don't Let Friends Play Word Association

It is a haunting thing, these shadows that search and spasm, the darkness of it overwhelming, overthrowing, over and over until it’s a tumbledown mess of madness, where the crawling flies lay eggs of wonder and as I reach up … Continue reading

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  1. susielindau says:

    Okay. I dare you to say it all in one breath.. Love the prose!

    • What is it about this one, in particular, might I ask?

      • Trent Lewin says:

        This is more like writing the way I wish it was, more imagery and words rather than distinct events. I think most people either don’t understand that language can be used this way, or believe it’s just not commercial enough for their purposes. I think this is marvellous writing and use of words, the rhythm is sort of interesting too with the big sentence. I picture something like this surrounded by a more conventional story. I don’t know, I love writing like this, but don’t see it often. Salman Rushdie writes like this (in my opinion anyway), and I consider him the greatest living writer. Anyway, there’s enough imagery in this to justify it as poetry, but it’s distinctly prose. If you want specifics, best lines for me were the black feathers… doll one, and the last line, something about the already always standing that got me. Now all that said, could be I read it in right frame of mind, but just looked at it again and I have to say yeah, I really liked this, you are a writer. I will write something in your honour and post it on my blog thing, in my attempt to make sure people read you.

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