Luck of the draw
But that kill is almost definately a kill . I dont really tell people I write or that I'm a writer most times . There are too many writers and too much stimulus to join in on that string. The only other person besides myself that reads and knows of me writing is my good friend Chris who is an artist. Ive known him since we were kids and he likes to read things that I write anyways. He says
" He doesnt have a way with words that I do ,"
But I dont corroborate that statement as talent but rather I acknowledge that he appreciatiates the art I like to create , likewise i appreciate his art.
I think maybe talent is only a silly term to rise the artist above where he previously was before that time .From nothing at all to a name with words ... But these are my thoughts for right this minute.
There are so many talented writers around , thousands , all of them think they have something and righteously maybe they could and maybe they do.
But you have to be in the right time at the right place and the luck of the draw is more so the kill of subjectivity.
Writing is so subjective it is maybe the hardest art form to master completely. Everyone is subjective that everyone will there for be kept down.
I write because well , I dont think I could stop if I willed myself to stop , I write in my head when I can't write on paper and It's not just my inner conscious start is actuality and motivation towards the scene.
I dont think I am talented , only to save the illusion on the indifference in the world.
I dont think I'll ever , " make it ," I dont know if I'll get " anywhere , " at all but getting there should be crazy as hell . Suppose there was no such thing as chance .. than all these poets that are published had the superior voice ... mmm .. maybe I only think that It was the combination of their writing with their exuberance.
But It's all silly anyways ... Shakespheres DEAD !
One has to write for themselves because all others " think , " they know what's good , but really they only know what they know and not the ultimate realization that to acknowledge this one amazing poet would also be dismissing the hundred equals that are the auxillary of art .
Hah ! I think of it like a dog yawning , dont ask me why , it's still early in the day for me , But the dog is neither tired nor awake just happy sitting there being a dog , writers are happy just sitting there being writers only because it's mischief for the senses.
i'm going to go iron some clothes.