Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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LESLIE STERNBERGH<br />
Near the end <strong>of</strong> 1993, I wrote a script: ten pages to be<br />
sequentially illustrated for a comix anthology to which I'd been<br />
invited to contribute. The story I chose to tell, the events I chose<br />
to describe in this true story from my life, were things that had<br />
haunted me for twenty years, things I'd yet to really deal with.<br />
Failure, mistrust <strong>and</strong> miscommunication, deviance <strong>and</strong> denial, a<br />
typical skeleton's closet roster, really, tripping a dark fantastic<br />
through the next three years <strong>of</strong> my life. It's <strong>of</strong>ten been my pleasure<br />
to work autobiographically, but somehow this story was different.<br />
It was more than mere art, no safe encapsulated episode. I could<br />
not finish it. Something was wrong.<br />
This year I will see that piece completed; I've recently<br />
returned to therapy, <strong>and</strong> spoken about it with people I can trust.<br />
The two-<strong>and</strong>-a-half years since that script was first written have<br />
been tumultuous, an emotional thrill ride replete with whiplash<br />
<strong>and</strong> nauseau <strong>and</strong> yes, thrills. I think I even underst<strong>and</strong> a fair<br />
amount <strong>of</strong> what's transpired.<br />
I dared call my life art; now I must engage the two in dialogue<br />
long left unspoken. My narrative life should meet the st<strong>and</strong>ards <strong>of</strong><br />
my visualized art, before it will manifest through a pen in my h<strong>and</strong><br />
onto paper.<br />
True stories should not be compromised, any more than<br />
should my life's work, or my life. Twenty years after the end <strong>of</strong> the<br />
events my narrative evoked, I must make peace with them.<br />
Lately, for me, ink is thicker than blood.