"2k words on why me being a broke is great, actually"
Many kinds of life experience that can inspire. You selectively chose a few writers that slummed it or were poor while young to validate your own distaste for "middle classness"
Both rigorous technical study and life experience seem important for a writer of narrative. It seems like this debate wearily drags itself out of a commonsense middle ground merely to have itself.
All in all, emotional bombast and not much substance, the texture is like one who has a lisp on account of a paralyzed muscle in the tongue, and on account of this, must force out the vocalization when it cannot actually come out smoothly. I reckon this is because your disagreement was feeling based and you tried to cover it with this malted schmaltz.
When time allows I will point by point demonstrate various deficiencies ranging from ignorance to illogical conception at length.
You're confronted with a point-by-point deconstruction substantiated with examples and you resort to unfalsifiable jabs about "texture". Give me a break.
Where’s the point by point? Incorrect Wikipedia-based opinions like the gothic beginning with “the Castle of Otranto” when in reality he was already in a lineage of writers and simply used the term in his title prior to others? Autofellatio over taste in pornographer? The misinterpretation that fame and emotion are even concerns of the essay or the various quoted?
Great read but I think it fails to address the elephant in the room that not every aspiring writer has an interesting life, or has any interesting life experiences worth writing about--or that they even WANT to write about. Nobody gives a shit about my boring life experiences because they're literally the same as everyone else's
And not everyone is entitled to be a writer, just as not everyone who aspires to be an actor is entitled to be an actor. For those that really want it, experience can be summoned.
What does that really mean, though? How does one know if they're 'entitled' to make art? Those kinds of judgements are always going to be done by other people after the fact. If you neurotically waste your time and energy ruminating about whether or not you have the 'right' to do art, you'll never make any art.
Frater may believe the pen can replace the wound, but this essay slices cleaner than any quill. I’ve read too many clever men build mausoleums out of syntax and forget the stench of life. You’ve dragged the conversation back to the soil. To sweat. To the look in a stranger’s eye before something irreversible happens. Whatever art is, it begins there. I am looking forward to reading Frater's reply. This dialogue is illuminating.
"2k words on why me being a broke is great, actually"
Many kinds of life experience that can inspire. You selectively chose a few writers that slummed it or were poor while young to validate your own distaste for "middle classness"
No one has ever become more inspired from material satisfaction. Thank you for reading.
Tremendous work. I have booked my flight to Latvia for the meetup.
Both rigorous technical study and life experience seem important for a writer of narrative. It seems like this debate wearily drags itself out of a commonsense middle ground merely to have itself.
Excellent point. It's what I've been saying. You must have both!
All in all, emotional bombast and not much substance, the texture is like one who has a lisp on account of a paralyzed muscle in the tongue, and on account of this, must force out the vocalization when it cannot actually come out smoothly. I reckon this is because your disagreement was feeling based and you tried to cover it with this malted schmaltz.
When time allows I will point by point demonstrate various deficiencies ranging from ignorance to illogical conception at length.
Thanks for reading the essay!
You're confronted with a point-by-point deconstruction substantiated with examples and you resort to unfalsifiable jabs about "texture". Give me a break.
Where’s the point by point? Incorrect Wikipedia-based opinions like the gothic beginning with “the Castle of Otranto” when in reality he was already in a lineage of writers and simply used the term in his title prior to others? Autofellatio over taste in pornographer? The misinterpretation that fame and emotion are even concerns of the essay or the various quoted?
Cut the larp, I’ll reply further at length.
Looking forward to it.
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Great read but I think it fails to address the elephant in the room that not every aspiring writer has an interesting life, or has any interesting life experiences worth writing about--or that they even WANT to write about. Nobody gives a shit about my boring life experiences because they're literally the same as everyone else's
Yes but the person experiencing those things isn't the same as everybody else.
And not everyone is entitled to be a writer, just as not everyone who aspires to be an actor is entitled to be an actor. For those that really want it, experience can be summoned.
What does that really mean, though? How does one know if they're 'entitled' to make art? Those kinds of judgements are always going to be done by other people after the fact. If you neurotically waste your time and energy ruminating about whether or not you have the 'right' to do art, you'll never make any art.
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Thanks for reading.
Frater may believe the pen can replace the wound, but this essay slices cleaner than any quill. I’ve read too many clever men build mausoleums out of syntax and forget the stench of life. You’ve dragged the conversation back to the soil. To sweat. To the look in a stranger’s eye before something irreversible happens. Whatever art is, it begins there. I am looking forward to reading Frater's reply. This dialogue is illuminating.