His voice was a proletariat spark. An igniter for the masses. Anderson presumed to speak for his generation, the Starvation Army, whose faces were gaunt as skulls and whose ribcages when stripped of their tattered coverings, looked like xylophones hung from boney rails.
Jonathan Eeds
from introduction to Feels Like Rain
2013
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cover by Michelle Policicchio
https://blackmaskmagazine.com/blog/edward-anderson-depression-blues/
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