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I sit here feeling strained, knowing I have the ambition to do something creative of epic proportions. I want to write, I love writing but most of all I want to make a difference with my writing. I want to write something that will live on after I have died for people to remember me by; a timeless classic novel or a book of enduring usefulness.
The though of dying and being forgotten suffocates me. Some people are quite content to live out their life in relative happiness, die and then be forgotten. I want to leave behind me a legacy. I want people to read something I have written and for it to speak volumes to them. I want to make a difference to the lives of people; but I do not know how.
I sit here at my computer most nights with a blank word document open, wanting to begin my masterpiece. Longing for my fingers to spring to life and begin tapping down the jumbles mass of emotion, creativity and vitriol that is my thumping unconscious in a legible fashion. I keep a pen and paper by my bedside in case a dream clarifies what it is I am meant to write about. What I am meant to bring to the world that I feel is going to be so important. If I were a spiritual person I would probably say it was my destiny to convey this message that sits encoded in the back of my mind, always a few inches from the tip of my proverbial tongue; but so far it hasn’t made itself clear enough to scribble down on paper.
My jumbled assortment of poetry, discourses and stories each hold an element of what I am trying to reveal, but the big picture is far from complete. It pains me to think that I may never discover what it is I feel the need to express so badly. I have tried philosophising, stabbing in the dark at huge issues such as the meaning of life or the size of the universe. Issues I feel uncouth of someone of my education to even ponder with any degree of seriousness. But I will continue to explore every issue under the sun until I probe deep enough into my psyche to uncover the message I have to offer the world. Something I need to uncover for the sake of my ever failing sanity.
The though of dying and being forgotten suffocates me. Some people are quite content to live out their life in relative happiness, die and then be forgotten. I want to leave behind me a legacy. I want people to read something I have written and for it to speak volumes to them. I want to make a difference to the lives of people; but I do not know how.
I sit here at my computer most nights with a blank word document open, wanting to begin my masterpiece. Longing for my fingers to spring to life and begin tapping down the jumbles mass of emotion, creativity and vitriol that is my thumping unconscious in a legible fashion. I keep a pen and paper by my bedside in case a dream clarifies what it is I am meant to write about. What I am meant to bring to the world that I feel is going to be so important. If I were a spiritual person I would probably say it was my destiny to convey this message that sits encoded in the back of my mind, always a few inches from the tip of my proverbial tongue; but so far it hasn’t made itself clear enough to scribble down on paper.
My jumbled assortment of poetry, discourses and stories each hold an element of what I am trying to reveal, but the big picture is far from complete. It pains me to think that I may never discover what it is I feel the need to express so badly. I have tried philosophising, stabbing in the dark at huge issues such as the meaning of life or the size of the universe. Issues I feel uncouth of someone of my education to even ponder with any degree of seriousness. But I will continue to explore every issue under the sun until I probe deep enough into my psyche to uncover the message I have to offer the world. Something I need to uncover for the sake of my ever failing sanity.
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If it helps, I've got my idea for my timeless, award-winning masterpiece up and running.
Along side my amazing fantasy trilogy, which will make geeks weep into their panties with excitement for general quality and endess game references.
Haha, 'if it helps'
Apologies.
Along side my amazing fantasy trilogy, which will make geeks weep into their panties with excitement for general quality and endess game references.
Haha, 'if it helps'
Apologies.
Time to face grim reality. Hundreds of years ago, any person could have made a lasting impression in history; Einstein and Newton's Law's are still present, while Shakespeare texts are still used in education.
Nowadays, however, you need to be something that doesn't resemble a commoner - someone from a rich background or a family of famous people for example - just to get a start on the road to everlasting fame. But for the majority of the world, and even the most ahighly acclaimed present day writers, their work will eventually rot away, no matter how popular it was at the time, until the only traces are left on the net.
Good luck though
Nowadays, however, you need to be something that doesn't resemble a commoner - someone from a rich background or a family of famous people for example - just to get a start on the road to everlasting fame. But for the majority of the world, and even the most ahighly acclaimed present day writers, their work will eventually rot away, no matter how popular it was at the time, until the only traces are left on the net.
Good luck though
Goatboy wrote:
> Paradox, I've asked you before - please do not use the term
> "fag" to insult somebody. That is equally repellant as
> labelling somebody a "ni##er" or similar slur and I would
> appreciate it if you didnt.
No, you've not asked me before - thought I appreciate your distaste and I'll to not to use it in future.
> Especially from somebody that's been preening about wanting to be an
> artist.
You make an elequent point then slap a cringe-worthy outdated social stereotype on the end. Tut tut.
> Paradox, I've asked you before - please do not use the term
> "fag" to insult somebody. That is equally repellant as
> labelling somebody a "ni##er" or similar slur and I would
> appreciate it if you didnt.
No, you've not asked me before - thought I appreciate your distaste and I'll to not to use it in future.
> Especially from somebody that's been preening about wanting to be an
> artist.
You make an elequent point then slap a cringe-worthy outdated social stereotype on the end. Tut tut.
Well, that's what it looked like.
*checks time of postage*
Fine, maybe not. Moo.
*checks time of postage*
Fine, maybe not. Moo.
Who says I agree with Cubist?
English_Bloke wrote:
> English_Bloke's agrees
I also agree to a certain extent with Cubist.
Complex and difficult language is all well and good, but unless it's rooted in something obviously relevant, it looks silly.
> English_Bloke's agrees
I also agree to a certain extent with Cubist.
Complex and difficult language is all well and good, but unless it's rooted in something obviously relevant, it looks silly.
Paradox, I've asked you before - please do not use the term "fag" to insult somebody. That is equally repellant as labelling somebody a "ni##er" or similar slur and I would appreciate it if you didnt.
Especially from somebody that's been preening about wanting to be an artist.
Especially from somebody that's been preening about wanting to be an artist.
English_Bloke's agrees
Do you ever take a break? I'll criticise it was all that's needed. I'm not saying it can't be done well using similes, metaphors etc. I'm just saying you can't do it well. You just show of your vocabulary and I think you should try and look at your poetry from a different angle. Take the minimalist approach and try and get a meaning across using plain english instead of trying to sound deep and profound with your vocab but not actually achieving much at all.
Ahh the ambiguous beauty of metaphors
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