Well the 'dead poet' thing at the end put me off a bit. As i know someone who is known as the 'dead poet'. Though of course, it is more like 'a' dead poet. As there can be no 'the'. Anyway, they called him that cos he would speak and write in a way that seemed lifeless. Without energy. Without anything. And that within itself brough out so much energy and emotion and life in his pieces. A brooding and dark life. But nonetheless, life.

Anyway, i can still recognise this piece for what it is. An interesting and quite well constructed (at times complex in construction) piece of self exploration and analysis. Coming to terms with your life and your abilities to write. Albeit morbid and suffocating...(the common cliche that writing and understanding of world around becomes curse rather than welcome gift...along those lines...).

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