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They Were Dying, Part 7 of 7

Fade Out Of course an actor must create a role, but in a sense, the role will shape the actor. How do we, then, identify the factors which forge a human being's spiritual pole? A work of art their only outward goal, a group of people sought the open range. So, did they undergo subliminal change, or were they damaged goods before? The whole ordeal of desert filming may, in fact, have served to force the cracks apart, but cracked they were, already. As with Howard Hughes, perhaps the artifice and real life fused, though life was bleeding out as Miller typed. A swirl of desert dust serves as a "wipe".

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Date: 3/31/2017 1:25:00 AM
I so enjoy a great sonnet! Well penned mate!
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Michael Coy
Date: 3/31/2017 1:46:00 AM
An immense "thank you", my friend!
Date: 3/30/2017 11:47:00 PM
They were damaged goods, all of them, but through cracks the light can glow in. So many writers, poets give us the best of their works because they are/were misfits, broken. I often think that it's THAT that sometimes can create something special, despite brokenness, drugs and booze. Despite damaged goods, used goods and constantly falling down the cracks. We still remember them, we still know.... This comment is for all 7 parts of your poem. Morning, Michael :)
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Darren White
Date: 3/31/2017 3:12:00 AM
I've walked the knife, plus I have a good teacher :)
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Michael Coy
Date: 3/31/2017 1:49:00 AM
It's spooky how you do it. The whole key to the "big" poem, Pompilia, is precisely this ... it's the broken, the fractured, that permits the light of future growth to penetrate ... how do you do it, Darren?

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