On artThe creation of art isn't for the critics commentators or monetary rewards. A fine craft can be endowed artistically but lack the spirit and purpose of a meaningful creation. Good does not mean heartfelt. Talent doesn't mean feeling. In the short span of time you consider your life what ought to matter most is what matters to you. Do you like it? See the world in terms of yourself and see your art the same. It isn't about getting recognized but recognizing yourself.
I will now get off the soapbox.
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(also, sorry for the really really late thanks
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Ars longa, vita brevis.
(Sanat uzun, yasam kisa.)
(Life is short, the art long)
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Una canzone può anche non parlar d'amore...
"A song can also not talk about love..."
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(Sorry if I already said this in a reply.)
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
Ok, now on to returning your personal space and the comment I probably should have left in the first place.
I find your work distinct and thought provoking. Upon first reading I realized I had lost myself in wherever it was you'd taken me, not that I understood what I was seeing. I attributive this in part to your skill and personality as a writer, but I also suspect that your writings contain a sort of spirit and life which gives them some of their own reality (I'm hoping you know what I mean). While all worlds are other worlds some need to be brought alive while others already contain life.
Courtesy requires me to end here, since there’s always a chance that this
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"Fine, you can wear the pants in this relationship if you want to, but I'm going in my birthday suit, and we'll see how long you want those pants." *~- Me
Besides, all writing has a certain spirit. It just takes a bit of time to discover it. King said it best in On Writing. The art of story telling is nothing short of telepathy, after all.
Now I'm sounding pseudo-intellectual, so I'm going to have to cut myself off. But it's been a pleasure talking to you. Feel free to stop by again. I'll be looking forward to it.
Long comments are fun, after all.
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
I agree that all writing has a certain spirit. I was attempting to refer to something beyond that. It has a specific feel, just as dreams do, which I'm finding elusive and hard to describe. It is a thing that resides there fueling, but possibly independent of your creations. Currently it escapes me.
Go on so long as it suits you, I don't mind. I'm not afraid to learn something.
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"Fine, you can wear the pants in this relationship if you want to, but I'm going in my birthday suit, and we'll see how long you want those pants." *~- Me
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