We are a series of accidents, to say in the least. In the words of a philosopher called Heidegger, we are thrown into this world, and we have to make the best of it. That’s how it goes. And that’s how it has always been. In short, things that were not planned happen. So it happened with the first edition of Literary Impulse. We wanted to come out with our first edition in the first week of May. But Moira (Fate, in Greek) had something else in her mind. It came too early, and with too few number of stories. FIVE stories this time — THREE poems and TWO fantastic creative non-fiction prose. All by a funny series of accidents. We publish 10 pieces twice in one month, after a careful selection of the stories. The number of submission in the first few editions are supposed to be low. And yet, all the five pieces we got were at par with our satisfaction. We made a google sheet; we asked our editors, how did we like them. And LO! we got five fantastic pieces.
Hamlet’s Revolt by Hank Edson is a fascinating poetic comment on Shakespeare’s immortal “The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark”. We loved how Hank was able to reinterpret it as Hamlet’s revolt rather than his dilemma, which is too famous in the following words — “to be or not to be”.
Punctuated by Aspen Blue is a poem for literary lovers, in her own words. It is a poetic play on possessive punctuation. Read this small verse and see how punctuations as metaphors are able to say a lot in few words, and how the ending completely changes the tone of the poem, the best part. Don’t punctuations rule to very emotions of our compositions?
An ounce of courage by Gurpreet Dhariwal is a poem about perseverance. In it there’s a message about our own strength and to hold it all together and move on.
Who will earth choose? by Annelise Lords raises an important point on the burning issue related to the minority communities (inspired by the Rohingya community) around the world, and how the current situation is affecting them and their livelihood.
Connection by Chris Alleyne moved us to the core. This beautifully written confessional essay is an outcry to the changes in modes of communication. He describes how the communication has changed over the course of a short time, and how that has brought about a gap. Observe how the essay moves from ‘Do you realize that we are watching the death of interpersonal communications?’ to “We all have to live our own life. We’re born alone, we die alone. I think we’re lucky if we have people along the way who are willing to share the bumps and highs that come along between the two events.” An essay of hope.