Literary Criticism

Aeden Cade is pure aesthetics. Weight, light, heat. What I am called to do—what is logical for me in terms of value regarding literary criticism—is to lead the reader into developing their sensitivity towards beauty in writing. For the humans of today, seeing is the most heightened sense. I would never suggest taking away the Soul of literature (not possible, in whatever case), but it might be that sight is the new sound, that meaning is shown, not told, and since speech currently exists as an occasion to be entertained by beautiful people, let people be instructed on words and their beauty; maybe someday they will hear them.

Live for a Quick Death

After he suffered the hornet sting there was no inhibition. He returned to the door; the hole found carved out of the wood. Buzzing about above he watched them set to attack. He raised the can and shot the foam. The goop drowned them all. An honest kill. In an

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You cannot embody subjectivity until you become Evil. In the same way, you cannot know other people without embodying them. To know yourself is human. To know others is superhuman.

Ocean Size

I have always only been able to read a little at a time. I want hit hard, upfront, to get free. I work all day building or repairing or maintaining or purchasing that I go dry on the flow of words and days pass where day and night turn on

Done Not Knowing

POTH STORY: a mother is dying. She is becoming delirious. As she nears death, she stares at her son, who she does not really recognize. She asks him who he is. He finds himself telling her that he is an angel sent to help her. He makes up a bunch

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Live for a Quick Death

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Ocean Size

Done Not Knowing