Interlude II:Writing is the necessary art of lying but the writer finds truth amidst his own lies. Writing is the art of self-deception but the writer creates his own identity in his writing. Writing is the performed life hiding the secrets of the unperformed life. Bad writers are those who show you the thinking of their thoughts rather than their thoughts. We are surrounded by bad writers today because we have so much referencing (posing as thinking) and so little true thoughts. True thoughts, genuine ideas, split the world and scar the brain. It's far easier to simply think the thoughts of other successful people after them. When we lift several lines from people, we call that plagiarism. When we write entire blogs, entire books even by quoting other handbooks and Wikipedia, we call that research (and probably get awarded PhDs.) There are analysts and reviewers. There are those who do nothing more than to post (bark?) their puerile comments on other people's blogs (once more, with spirit: NOBODY ASKED YOU TO COME) demanding explanations and interrogating writers. Why an explanation when the writer is an obvious liar? A charlatan? A clown? The punchline of the joke comes when he's taken seriously by readers (who weren't even asked to read his writings in the first place). Frederic Wertham was not the first, nor James Dobson the last. People with tender consciences who are easily offended. People who analyze, systematize and fit everything into tiny, convenient compartments for easy referencing (or anathemizing). Puppets who dance to the tune of mental control by those in power. Dogs who suck up to the higher institutions of non-learning to gain their degrees. Parrots who repeat whatever is told to them. Fools who appeal to the civility of "accepted behaviour" in society. Idiots who believe that order exists and that it is their holy calling to preserve the sanctity of said order. This is a world that bleeds artists dry and sucks up the lives of true writers like a cancer. This is a world where the true writer, the true liar who speaks in prophetic tones, the truth-teller and the seers are called upon to sunder in two with their words, to scar the forests of the world with the sheer blaze of their passions. [I write this in Arkansas, that degenerate city that festers like a boil on the consciences of the SIN cokeheads...]
"If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it... Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death... Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat. " - Anais Nin
