On the Persons and Voices Involved

April 3, 2024

There was a time when the sum of the work was amounting to something. Its fractured, splintered pieces mapped to one another in an obvious and beautiful way. Time has dulled their edges. Their fit is no longer easily discerned.

There was an attempt for some time, if one reads through the totality of the works, to obfuscate their author or authors. Pseudonyms were applied, sometimes, and archetypes — if they could be called that — described general patterns of any given work’s overtones.

Should the project have been carried to its completion, or if it would have been maintained, having a cast of characters would push the corpus in the direction of it being art. As it stands now, it is a failed project. It was too much to maintain. The voices refused to answer to their names, for their names were never given with conviction. They could not grow into what they were. And so the whole of the project withered.

It is painfully true that they come from one source. That is not surprising. And yet admission of the fact seems a dagger in the heart of hope. To that one can but place both hands upon the pommel and drive the blade ever deeper. What was done is tinged with regret, but there is little sense in making more painful that which is unnecessarily so.