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A review by mellhay
The Tao of Feeblecorn by Paul Goat Allen
4.0
A poetic prose of rich, vibrant descriptions. A bound of emotions wrapped together tightly.
***FULL REVIEW****
The glimpse of a madman living in the old barn as he goes through his days. How he came to be, and what he dreams of... which could come true...
This is a short read, a full eleven pages. The descriptions are rich and vibrant, drawing a clear picture of the surroundings and the rise and fall of emotions of the madman. I feel as I've just visited a new place in the world and got an inside glance to Paul Goat Allen as he bares a portion of his soul in this poetic tale. Mad me feel for this man, and toward the world that hurt and shunned him. Even create him. I even smiled and chuckled at the one-liners remembered by his grandfather.
A bound of emotions wrapped together tightly. Memories of his life told, creating an image of the man we see. Yet, hope seeps through at moments.
In the end...wow. A part of me hopes the madman's fantasy has come true.
At the end of the story, a feeling crept in me that reminded me of A Canticle for Leibowitz. I enjoyed that story, and this short one.
***FULL REVIEW****
The glimpse of a madman living in the old barn as he goes through his days. How he came to be, and what he dreams of... which could come true...
This is a short read, a full eleven pages. The descriptions are rich and vibrant, drawing a clear picture of the surroundings and the rise and fall of emotions of the madman. I feel as I've just visited a new place in the world and got an inside glance to Paul Goat Allen as he bares a portion of his soul in this poetic tale. Mad me feel for this man, and toward the world that hurt and shunned him. Even create him. I even smiled and chuckled at the one-liners remembered by his grandfather.
A bound of emotions wrapped together tightly. Memories of his life told, creating an image of the man we see. Yet, hope seeps through at moments.
In the end...wow. A part of me hopes the madman's fantasy has come true.
At the end of the story, a feeling crept in me that reminded me of A Canticle for Leibowitz. I enjoyed that story, and this short one.