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Saturday, February 18, 2012

A Writer Writes About A Writer Writing About Writing

It appears that I am a writer. The quality of that activity left to be judged by others more qualified than myself, but a writer nonetheless. And how does one know when one is a writer, I mean, a TRUE writer? (Whatever I mean by the word "true".)

[Isn't it nice we can always question the meaning of any word ad infinitum never getting to the bottom of anything? Reductio ad absurdum idiotica? Well, no, not really I'm finding out. It can be quite an annoying habit, challenging the meaning of everything all the time. Just ask my wife. I mean, what do I mean by the word "challenging"? (See what I mean.) ...Still, there are far too many times I find myself excepting things at face-value. With that ass-covering caveat... ]

Isn't a writer just someone who writes? Broad definition? How often or well one does it, or even how much money one gets for doing it, are not really factors involved in any bottom-line basic definition of the word. A lot, a little, good and well-paid are just adjectives, descriptors of the thing itself, i.e. the one who writes, a writer. And adjectives are subjective. How much is "a lot", what is "good" and how many zeros behind any other number signifies "well-paid"?

Write n. 1.  To produce strange markings - squiggly, crooked and straight lines, solid dots and dashes, and all kinds of combinations thereof - on paper or other such surfaces that will receive such marks, that symbolize in the mind of the reader ideas and concepts about the world and reality he and/or she perceives all around, about and within him and/or herself.

Still, there are those who will judge such words above and pronounce one a "writer" and another not. I can't do anything about that, so why bother? Not that I'm above learning and improving. Anyway...

A poem (as well as song by a groovy little band called Nowville) to further clarify my position on the creative process in general...

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Good, bad, right, wrong
This, is, my, song
God, love, zen, tao
Truth, life, being, now

I’m a holy little devil
Can you hear me evil angel
And I’m comin’ on after you
Comin’ on after you

North, south, yin, yang
My, friend, Kwai, Chang
Are, you, still, free?
Can, you, hear, me?

I’m a holy little devil
Can you hear me evil angel
And I’m comin’ on after you
Comin’ on after you

We used to sing, we used to dance
Now we just sit around and no one takes a chance
Our hearts are hard, our minds are old
The gloom is deep and thick
The weather’s very cold

Good, bad, right, wrong
This, is, my, song
God, love, zen, tao
Truth, life, being, now

I’m a holy little devil
Can you hear me evil angel
And I’m comin’ on after you
Comin’ on after you

We think we know just who we are
Till trouble comes along and shakes our little star
I had a dream, an awful dream
My blood was watery
My life’s not what it seems


You can listen to the actual song here on Nowville Soundcloud page.