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This the twelfth, and final piece in the Ambrose Bierce-inspired ‘Devil’s Year’ series, and whereas some of the others were more forceful and forthright, this one feels a great deal more resigned—just as December itself is resigned to its own fate as an ending of seasons and years. In my own case, December has always resonated all-the-more, as I was born on the last day of this last month… All the times in my life, I’ve found myself once again dead-last in some competition or other, I’ve thought it all the more appropriate.
December brings us the holiday season, but December also forgets…
With regards to influences in this particular piece, I believe there may be a faint, far-off echo of Dame Edith Sitwell’s poem “When Cold December”. Likewise, there are musical influences from songs such as “A Long December” by Counting Crows, and “Summer Skin” by Death Cab for Cutie.
Another small influence comes from “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind”, which was the pseudo-autobiography of recently-deceased game show creator Chuck Barris. Later in the book, Barris, who was by that time, in his seventies, semi-jokingly outlined the idea for a new game show called “The Old Game”, where old men would each be given a loaded pistol, and forced to recount/relive major moments of their lives, including the big mistakes they had made. As Barris said: “Whoever can make it to the end without shooting themselves wins the game.”
December brings us the holiday season, but December also forgets…
With regards to influences in this particular piece, I believe there may be a faint, far-off echo of Dame Edith Sitwell’s poem “When Cold December”. Likewise, there are musical influences from songs such as “A Long December” by Counting Crows, and “Summer Skin” by Death Cab for Cutie.
Another small influence comes from “Confessions of a Dangerous Mind”, which was the pseudo-autobiography of recently-deceased game show creator Chuck Barris. Later in the book, Barris, who was by that time, in his seventies, semi-jokingly outlined the idea for a new game show called “The Old Game”, where old men would each be given a loaded pistol, and forced to recount/relive major moments of their lives, including the big mistakes they had made. As Barris said: “Whoever can make it to the end without shooting themselves wins the game.”
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I've already had a few people vehemently disagree with it. Of course, those are also the same sort of people, who tend to think depression is just about as real as the vapours.
I'm sure you know the type.
People, who flippantly say things like: "If you can't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you?" never quite seem to understand that they're actually quite correct, but for all the wrong reasons.
I'm sure you know the type.
People, who flippantly say things like: "If you can't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you?" never quite seem to understand that they're actually quite correct, but for all the wrong reasons.
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