Category: Meghan Tifft

If we must encounter each other, let’s do it the old way—in the dark, by the fire, our breaths bated, the world a big black mystery beyond us.

That is why my first and most pressing question seems like such an outright act of mutiny. What I want to know is, since when does making art require participation in any community, beyond the intense participation that the art itself is undertaking? Since when am I not contributing to the community if all I want to do is make the art itself? Isn’t the art itself my intimate communication with others, with the world, with the unfolding spectacle of the human struggle as we live and coexist on this earth?

Since when did the community become our moral compass—our viability and ethics as writers determined so much by our team spirit? … What if all this communing actually hurts the primary means by which I set out to participate and communicate—my writing itself?