A Thing of Beauty


Originally published in May 2016.

A REFLECTION ON THE MOVIE STUCK IN LOVE (2012)

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"I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark."

~Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Writing is something I love. It is a thing of beauty, and in the verisimilitude, an opportunity to represent life as art.

Writers draw on what they know, creating pictures with the emotions on their palette, exhuming from deep within the darkest parts of their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their joys, their most painful sorrows.

Writers see trees where others see forests, thinking and overthinking moments, ready to squeeze--nay, suck--the marrow out of life. It is in this art, this verisimilitude, this fiction that reality can truly become alive, where nations rise and fall, hearts shatter and mend, dreams defer and are realized.

And in this human noise, we quiet ourselves for just a moment, to feel our beating hearts, our humanity wet upon our souls as a pall of snow, and as the darkness comes, we cheat death again and again and again...so that eternity meets at the crossroads of our hearts.


~Michael DeNobile

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