When we write our 50 word stories bursting with the ghost of Salvador Dali, our prose built with words most folk have to look up in the dictionary, who do we do it for? Are we magicians content to show our exquisite, well-planned tricks just to other magicians? Do we try to make art that excludes, that puts up a wall and says only a certain amount of educated, in-the-know peeps may enter? Or are we trying to communicate something as obliquely as possible? Are we telling a story or displaying our mental dexterity?
Can we make something stunning that most people can digest? Can we surgically separate literature and pretentiousness? Can we wrest away the eyes and minds of the masses from the likes of Dan Brown and Dean Koontz? Can we eat the writing equivalent of PB&J every once in a while?
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