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| Scribbles |
"Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words"...
I used to like my words, they were my favourites. Don't know why I call them mine - they're surely like coins, only as current as they are common.
For a long while the thing I've said I do is write. It's the image I've chosen for myself. From this it is tempting to think that my value depends on the merit of my words. Certainly the interactions here have made me feel in one way recognised and rewarded.
Words, and thoughts, and feelings condense on the screen, visible to all, and will vanish. Time is, time was, time is not. The present is briefer than a pin-prick, with the future dashing past us into the past. No time is worth more than any other, nor the people in it, nor the words they write, which pass from one to the next like air.
Edited Wed 27 Jan 10, 8:38 PM by Scribbles
| 27 Jan 10, 8:16 PM Grownup_Frankie UK, 4 yrs |
And yet... ??? You could have chosen 'not' to have written that. You 'feel' it, but - what? 'Despite' yourself (????) you still felt compelled to write down/write out your feelings in words? What would a painter do in your situation? I'm not sure if you are feeling frustration in your medium, or if you are feeling that there is more to life than writing words. Yes. There is. But - I bet you that a painter feeling these same emotions would still seek to express them on canvas, and a writer feeling this would write it out. What does in 'mean', exactly, to be a 'writer'? Instead of 'painter', 'walker', 'runner', 'swimmer'? I'm not sure any of us can help 'how' we 'feel' what we feel. The words come to you. They are yours. You are a 'communicator'. Wordsmith. Its what you do.
Edited 27 Jan 10, 8:20 PM by Grownup_Frankie |
| 27 Jan 10, 8:38 PM Grownup_Frankie UK, 4 yrs |
Just to add - you know I use a lot of words. I seem to have an endless supply of them. Look - I'm using more words now. I don't think of them as sacred. Or permanent. If you wish someone a 'nice day' today, you haven't used up all the 'nice days' your allowed. You can wish them a nice day again tomorrow. But, what has made you (seem to) think that its the words that count, anyway? That stand, or fall? Its the person wot says them wot counts.
Edited 27 Jan 10, 8:39 PM by Grownup_Frankie |
| 27 Jan 10, 8:49 PM Scribbles UK(RH), 4 yrs |
Anyone you know on the internet, you know only because of their words (OK - maybe the odd photo but here that's less important). Words maketh the man or woman... |
| 28 Jan 10, 1:16 PM knot_obsessed UK(NN), 6 yrs  |
Grown up Frankie has some valid points there, being both writer (hobby and because sometimes i just can't help it!) and a painter...sometimes i get so frustrated, question what it all means at the end of the day, the hundreds of poem's that i have written, that no one will ever read, the real paper journals i used to keep, the odd blog on here (which is my most widely read writing ever i think, not that i do it often), for me it's all just an expression of what i feel/think/see, for me it's perhaps a cathartic experience.
It does not matter what other people see/read/feel when they look at or read my stuff, though the feedback is nice i have to say
I subscribe to your blog because sometimes what you write is thought provoking, always interesting..and i like to read good writing Kittincuffs x An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind. - Mahatma Gandhi "Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." - Terry Pratchett. |
. It's just what i do sometimes, it feels better when i've finished a piece of expression whichever medium it comes in, though writers block and unable to finish a piece of work does come under amazingly frustrating heading!