Istvan Bio 6

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M. A. Istvan Jr., writing with Slavic intensity and fearlessness, opens audiences to see how the deepest black too can glow. He plunges on each day with his art despite the hurt of having become, because of his successes (and perhaps more so because of his insatiable dedication), a lighting rod for the envy even of his own family, envy that draws in all sorts of dehumanizing lies—the worst of which, or at least the platform on which the others shine so bright, is the projection (the all-too-obvious projection) that he thinks he is better than everyone. Few aside from his son seem to stand out as not having been stricken by such sickness—yes, even despite their having witnessed the violent outbursts that, although largely knee-jerk reactions to feeling suffocated by these projections, have served sadly only to corroborate these projections. He remains under no delusions, however. He knows that the sickness of envy, on top of being highly contagious (as is evident from the wildfire spread of Nazism in the previous century), can remain dormant for long periods.  

All praise to Allah!

Photo: me with Poca-heinie at a mini-golf place in Tennessee