Rats (Move it to Miscellaneous)

[rayheinrich]

I prefer the personal feel of the original write:
The horror of war, right in my attic, with me committing the atrocities.

Poem? Prose? Maybe it's a strawberry milkshake?



Quibbling over pigeonholes is a distraction from this writing's painful content.
Though, considering the gravity of it's content, this is probably a form of
psychological denial by trivialization. It's like viewing a movie of an execution
and arguing over whether it was recorded on 'film' or 'video'.

Or as Michael McNeilley said:

(Answering question from audience)
"... yes, that's one of the differences between science and art.
In art, time spent categorizing is time spent blind. ... In art criticism?
Of course, but it's neither science nor art."