There is the question of understanding. Are we to understand ourselves in terms of ourselves, or in terms of the terms we use for ourselves? Bloodletting #4, the Think I’m Pure issue, demands the kind of understanding that flows in the veins like thick sludge. With prose that moves from sharp strung-out realism to desperate revivalist imagism one person’s struggle to turn a past of addiction into a future of introspection and conciliation becomes a step by step program that repudiates the conglomerate and affirms the individual. Step III — “I accept the long haul to define me.” So often the formal aspects of writing engage the personal in a cat and mouse game. We paw and jump around and hope that the best of ourselves, or just a glimmer of ourselves, can be read in the entrails of a dream’s past. To just let the blood out is a brave think. “I want to lose my years in a forest. See men knocked down and crawling, ignoring the outstretched hand. Leaving a path covered by fallen leaves.”
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