Murdered by Crows

Amazing as always. The dry absurdity is perfect.

I think experience teaches us that humans are not inherently brave creatures. The majority want to be accepted, want everyone to maintain a version of humanity that they understand. To stand out is to draw attention, it invites the possibility of being singled out, and when you’re alone, you’re vulnerable. The mob also provides cover in numbers. A beautiful flower is more likely to be picked than a blade of grass. If this is true, I guess we can categorize you as brave.

I enjoyed this piece. It was very thoughtful, and I found the color of the year an interesting capture of a part of the zeitgeist. But I would pushback a bit regarding the homogenization of culture, specifically your last photo. Fads are not a new idea. JNCO, bell bottoms, flat brim hats and shawls, long tube socks vans and dickies, Farrah Fawcett hair, Jerry curl, pixie cut. All of these at one time defined an entire group of people. It is in the nature of humans to blend into the herd.

I enjoyed how breathless this was, it added a lot to how I read the prose.

I enjoyed the presence of the narrator here. It’s comforting, somewhat, being told a story by someone who thinks carefully. It lets us know we are not wasting our time, and better yet adds another layer of personality to the work. This was a masterclass in an intrusive narrator that adds texture. I’d love to see what you can do with a campfire story. If you have one here point me to it.

I’m always curious how inspiration hits people. Do you usually begin with a plot situation, or core idea or philosophy, or are you mostly a seat of your pants and find out where this is going type?

I love personifications of death, Pratchett being my favorite. You always get a glimpse of the writers own philosophy regarding their demise baked into it.

Kafka would be proud of this one. Hammered my skull indeed.

I always enjoy the art that accompanies your pieces. It inspires me to think of a way to involve more visual style to my work.

That’s a great observations, and a good aspect to push back on. I agree that “story” is a little weak here. There are a lot of aspects to the rhetorical situation that contribute to the overall success of the piece. If you had to revise that tenet, how would you do so?

As a child, Outside my window, A grey squirrel assembled a pile Of twigs, and cloth and fuzz To protect her pink children. Much to the chagrin of the crow. Perhaps some of the pilfered treasures, Stolen to build a home, Were sentimental. The squirrel did their best, But we know what a flock of crows Is called. The only reason why.

Submitted. Thanks for the opportunity. I hope you like one hour photo-mats and sleaze.

I saw that. Maybe we should write our own haha

I guess that’s the difference between a dickhead and a curmudgeon.

Do we still live in a time when a man can earn a sour demeanor?

You going to see Dolly?

Touché. Silly to assume they weren’t placed with intention.

“Mr Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod’s roes.” This was my first thought. Just decadence, but portrayed with a perspective. Well done, made me feel gross.

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Perhaps you have to start with what isn’t there.