Letters to the Editor
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And but so no she didn't.....
Wait, what? Did she just like, pretty much crown Kelly Clarkson the current and future savior of music (and the fine arts in general.) as a vital art form?
Wow – just wow.
What a hack – she slips closer and closer to self-satire with each and every column.
Irvine:
Are you there?
Are you watching me?
As I lie here on this floor
They say you feel what I do
They say you're here every moment
Will you stay?
Stay 'till the darkness leaves
Stay here with me
I know you're busy, I know I'm just one
But you might be the only one who sees me
The only one to save me
Why is it so hard?
Why can't you just take me?
I don't have much to go
Before I fade completely
Can you feel how cold I am?
Do you cry as I do?
Are you lonely up there all by yourself?
Like I have felt all my life
The only one to save mine
How are you so strong?
What's it like to feel so free?
Your heart is really something
Your love, a complete mystery to me
Are you there watching me?
As I lie here on this floor
Do you cry, do you cry with me?
Cry with me tonight
Are you there?
Are you watching me? - Kelly Clarkson
Visceral intensity and exquisite poetic shadings?
Hardly.