Vanity Card #2
How are we built so differently from the geniuses that wrote entire symphonies before they had their first kiss? How haunted were those with the deafening call from the Gods to conjure compositions that would be reveled for centuries? What nightmares did Mozart have at night, at fourteen, knowing that he had the power to change the world? History books will never fully illustrate the torture that lived in the hearts of these pioneers, and how the suffering was necessary for them to succeed as prodigies, as legends, as madmen. Perhaps it was supernatural. Perhaps rock and roll said it best: They sold their souls to the devil.
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Alejandra Carrasco
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Based in BC, Canada
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Vanity Card #1
For vanity's sake. Here we go. An unfiltered look through the microscope of consciousness. Where twisted thoughts come out as untwisted words. Or vice versa. Where philosophies collide with insignificant to-do lists. It's the subspace where everything goes and the points don't matter. It's the confessions of an unhindered mind. It's where a sentence can transform a reader. There is no rhyme or reason for this. I type in spurts because I can. Because there is freedom in writing without an agenda. There is freedom in writing for me, to put it out there for no one to see. Today that's not entirely true. Today I write for Mr. Meredith, my former creative writing teacher who passed away. He taught me how to deeply engage in the writing process. He taught me what vanity cards are. And, well, Mr. Meredith, you were right. This exercise is fun as hell.
By Alejandra Carrasco4 years ago in Poets
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