I’m leaving AuthorsDen. (To the great chagrin of a faithful few, and the cheesier grins of many more.)
I bequeath a little something they might be able to understand to the so called “literate” (m)asses at Author’s Den.
Something to which most of them can readily relate: no comment.
But first, let me preface that ‘dearth knell’ with a few carefully-chosen closing remarks:
Yes, I’ve pared down my various works, leaving behind with understated eloquence just what the ‘discerning readers’ of the Author’s Den can most readily comprehend. Happy reading.
I call this remaining vast collection “A Void.” This is in honour of those myriad lurkers who chose to read but avoid commenting intelligently upon my works. You are sure to appreciate this vast compendium of my collected works. ‘Keep your comments to yourself’ seems redundant, kind of an AD truism.
You might want to read it while listening to some music, particularly that classic Paul Simon song: you know, the one in which the speaker calls upon his old friend ‘darkness’… I’m sure Mr. Simon had people like you in mind when he wrote it, so you’ll appreciate the allusiveness of that personification, because darkness is, after all, a mutual friend you share in common with the narrator of “Sounds of Silence.” (Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Silence is perhaps the worst form of darkness.)
If you listen very carefully to that song and these prefatory remarks you might just get the subtext.
If it hits you on the way out, it may be a shattering experience, because the door I’m slamming behind me (Figuratively speaking, of course.) was really ajar; and the truth that jar held was precious, but it’s gone now, and though there’s much more I could say to get a little closure, I’ll merely sublimate the sources of my dissatisfaction while composing myself, in order to close with…
That’s all she wrote, before the fat lady sang. The rest is yet to be...
(Fade to black, with the pseudonym.)
Underwritten, Frank Lee. Collected Works—A Void. © 2013 Roger Wayne Eberle
You will be pleased to know that this is one vast collection of literature you can read or avoid and still say you know everything there is to know about it: Nothing from nothing leaves nothing. That’s what the vast majority of AD readers left for me, despite my having poured my heart and soul out through my articles, stories and poetry, and that’s why I’m leaving A Void.