To many people need a reality check about whats important. Whats REALLY Important. Is your computer important? No. Is your T.V. Important? No. Car? No. Coke Habit? No. Whats really important is this moment right here, this moment that I am breathing, living and thinking. Maybe I'm wasting it by ranting because no one will listen. Because maybe my words are useless. But, I hope they aren't.
Your rant touches on something that is hard to convey. It's ok to have goals, even for the completion of a novel, a story, a poem, but the truth is all you have for sure is NOW. Words that are strung out through time behind us or yet to be expressed ahead of us tend to blur this fact and create a drag, like we carry the weight of both past and future, instead of the lightness of the single now moment which is enough usually for us to bear. I like what you're saying.
I wish someone could understand this. I want one person in the world to have a passion that is as powerful as mine for their art. Writing, Creating, Teaching, Whatever it is. I want
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Re: Lots (again)phoenixsflameAugust 27 2003, 13:50:31 UTC
You want to know something sad?
I'd rather die a pauper; if my message reaches people years later after my death. If my name rests in the archives with the names of Faulkner and the like. I'd rather have rocks in my pockets and drown, than have my writings be unknown.
Re: Lots (again)beth_ersAugust 27 2003, 14:01:14 UTC
It is sad because if you read a biography of Faulkner, you know he was a torment to both himself and his family. He wrote passionately--beautiful novels, but lived a miserable life. I dunno that you have to be "miserable" to write well and passionately, but it's a question I've often debated. What do you think? I look around to try and find the literary equivalent of Marc Chagall for example, and don't notice it. If it exists. Maybe I'm just dull this afternoon.
Re: Lots (again)phoenixsflameAugust 27 2003, 14:13:52 UTC
I'm tormented because I can't write enough. All these idea's, these concepts, these characters and places are beginning to come out of my mind and its almost impossible to write them all out.
I hope I write as beautifully as Faulkner... Even if it costs me the same toll. Because I'd rather leave something to society, even if I was miserable, I'd rather help change the world for the better.
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Your rant touches on something that is hard to convey. It's ok to have goals, even for the completion of a novel, a story, a poem, but the truth is all you have for sure is NOW. Words that are strung out through time behind us or yet to be expressed ahead of us tend to blur this fact and create a drag, like we carry the weight of both past and future, instead of the lightness of the single now moment which is enough usually for us to bear. I like what you're saying.
I wish someone could understand this. I want one person in the world to have a passion that is as powerful as mine for their art. Writing, Creating, Teaching, Whatever it is. I want ( ... )
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I'd rather die a pauper; if my message reaches people years later after my death. If my name rests in the archives with the names of Faulkner and the like. I'd rather have rocks in my pockets and drown, than have my writings be unknown.
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I hope I write as beautifully as Faulkner... Even if it costs me the same toll. Because I'd rather leave something to society, even if I was miserable, I'd rather help change the world for the better.
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