To write, or not to write...
April 16th 2009 12:10
Is it nobler, to suffer damning silence, to stand solitary, in muted penumbra, awaiting literary fertility? Is it far more chivalrous, to spare internet neophytes, the gruelling dredging of word slurries, all fruitless of hope, enlightenment or entertainment?
Should we forewarn, 'herein lies a trove of truculence, devoid of merit', or leave it be, reader beware?
When literary fertility begets futility, a compost of internal argument reigns; the cerebral tumult a tumor, for sunlit ideas. This morbid banter beckons, a pall-bearing mood, to leaden creative shoulders.
The resolve to write, soon dissolves in a flood; of self-loathing, mockery and caustic criticism, yet, these feelings ebb and flow in tidal ways, through hours, minutes and days, like flotsam upon wind whipped waves, there is no control, nor direction.
What right? What ideas do we possess, that allow such conceit to suggest, that we may be a harbinger of truths, an enlightener of souls, a sage import, or more evenly, a sorcerer of escapism, now globally, so eagerly, sort?
None!
For darkly, the truth lurks untethered, through mind emptied labyrinths, yet, still attached, a slim umbilical, a gossamer thread, a glimmer of hope secreted, that one day, one moment of an hour, we may set full sail upon the literary sea, to launch a work that lasts, its stormy birth, to float majestic and unmaligned, into the collective ocean of thought.
IMAGE CREDITS:
Astrology images courtesy of free clip art site "DESIGNED TO A T"
Follow "Designed To A T" Link here: LINK
Should we forewarn, 'herein lies a trove of truculence, devoid of merit', or leave it be, reader beware?
When literary fertility begets futility, a compost of internal argument reigns; the cerebral tumult a tumor, for sunlit ideas. This morbid banter beckons, a pall-bearing mood, to leaden creative shoulders.
The resolve to write, soon dissolves in a flood; of self-loathing, mockery and caustic criticism, yet, these feelings ebb and flow in tidal ways, through hours, minutes and days, like flotsam upon wind whipped waves, there is no control, nor direction.
What right? What ideas do we possess, that allow such conceit to suggest, that we may be a harbinger of truths, an enlightener of souls, a sage import, or more evenly, a sorcerer of escapism, now globally, so eagerly, sort?
None!
For darkly, the truth lurks untethered, through mind emptied labyrinths, yet, still attached, a slim umbilical, a gossamer thread, a glimmer of hope secreted, that one day, one moment of an hour, we may set full sail upon the literary sea, to launch a work that lasts, its stormy birth, to float majestic and unmaligned, into the collective ocean of thought.
IMAGE CREDITS:
Astrology images courtesy of free clip art site "DESIGNED TO A T"
Follow "Designed To A T" Link here: LINK
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
*slapping you on the back* . . wonderfully said old chap!
Gosh there are parts of this that leap of the page in 3D for me. . .
*chuckle* ..and yet, compelled we are to add our few beans worth to the mix >. as it should be? Maybe not, perhaps oral traditions are better at that?
(talking of oral trads.) Just watched 2012 : the Odyessy and 2013: The Time wave (Odyessy II) wow! will feature post on these two in the *bookshop* soon . . A must for you old boy.
Thanks for the great fertitlity of futility of these, your great words, which indeed added truth to my day! (. . and a
Lilla ..
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
Actually, originally, it was all written in the first person, addressed to my good self, but then, it appeared far too self possessed and egoistic, and so, I generalised, it then gathered a wider flock, that is, I realized I was not only speaking of myself, but something that resides in all of the creative souls out there, self doubt etc, and of course, included is a slightly caustic serve for those that only wish to spread hate and loathing, or attack with a constant negative criticism, always betraying their own negativity of spirit and bigotry.
Suffice to say, dear lady, you are not one of the negative ones, but a ray of light and hope shining over our collective gloomy horizon!
cheers and much thanks
fog
P.S. eagerly looking forward to your next bookshop entry!