Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Of Trite Platitudes
And here I am , wifty little tyrant, capturing my nebulous thoughts as they run asunder, to string together my second attempt at completing my book.For that, one knows, one needs classes.Spend more money to feel content that one has made another woeful (but winsome)attempt to be a writer.
Writer I will be . Author maybe not. I lugged the other half & the little quarter to foggy yonder-lands (because I cannot parallel park)so I could (yet again!)attend another course on creativity.
Listen to Beethoven , she noted in an off key voice, to the same set of characters who nibbled at their blank notepads and wished for their muse to stop this prolonged jerking off.
Great Artists provide inspiration. Surround yourself with them. Yes indeed , they do if you can understand them. How many times (I counted meaninglessly) have I stood in front a painting and waited for some deeper meaning to make its presence. The language of creativity may be universal but understanding it , is definitely not.
Fat,little,thoughts danced to the notes on the worn out table while it hit its crescendo warily.
Watching them loathe me, i sighed, writer i will be. Author maybe not.
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Art, interpretation and appreciation my friend are at loggerheads most of the time! You do a rather good job of turning your thoughts into excerpts to be interpreted in time. Some day, years later alien like beasts might actually ponder over your verses hours on end and feel little for not deciphering what really went on in your mind!
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