Contraposition - Various
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This issue of Contraposition calls our notion of authorship into question. When an idea comes into the world, when we find something beautiful for the first time, we often ask: where is this from? Where can I find more? But this impulse can leave us with a sense of being robbed - when the answer is not quite what we'd hoped - or keep us from searching beyond a source that has pleased us. We'd like to suggest that the relative anonymity of most of this issue's contributors doesn't diminish the value of their work; it gives them a special kind of authority-the kind we give to a child's first…mehr

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This issue of Contraposition calls our notion of authorship into question. When an idea comes into the world, when we find something beautiful for the first time, we often ask: where is this from? Where can I find more? But this impulse can leave us with a sense of being robbed - when the answer is not quite what we'd hoped - or keep us from searching beyond a source that has pleased us. We'd like to suggest that the relative anonymity of most of this issue's contributors doesn't diminish the value of their work; it gives them a special kind of authority-the kind we give to a child's first words, an openness to a new surprising, beautiful, or humorous connection. Contraposition is concerned with finding beauty and importance wherever it appears, no matter who it is that may have created it. Poetry and Fiction by various authors. Edited by Ev Malcolm, Nathan Rupp, Chelsea Rennhoff and Patrick Fallon www.Write2Grow.org
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stocking was hung by the chimney with care, In the that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;