Winter/Spring

Bombast


Huginn: Some of these writings are too hard to read. Harder than stone tablets even. Why is it that there are people who think you should write poetry with all the most unnatural words you know?

Muninn: These are people who think that poetry is for display, and not for unburdening the heart in pain. But pain is simple. It is simple as a cry for help, as simple as rain, as simple as the heat death of all things.

H: They should see that what is hard is to use small words like love and hope and grace and faith and life and death and height and depth and all that is and moves and breathes.

M: And perhaps all that can be found in shorter sentences.

H: Shorter sentences produce recidivists.

M: Don't come at me with that rubbish again.