Why we write? when we write, are we right?
So I write, thus I am.
All those things apart
The Things I Carry from 2015 and my One Word for 2016
I begin with something like that…
“Call me Ishmael…” Or Call me Demosthenes, or as you like it
_ Well, I do agnise something of the sort. I confess it’s my humor, my fancy–at the forepart of the day, when the mind of your man of letters at the end of the day requires some relaxations… _Charles Lamb, Essays of Elia, 1823
Each day, when I want to start to write, I found myself that someone had already devanced me on some topics ideas, if it’s not, that is already deja-vu, and I wanted to not fall in it. I tried to be careful, by not to plagiarize, I restrain myself to the strict discipline of brievity, to escape the stress of the block of writing.
We borrow sometimes, words, and expressions from people of genius, sometimes in purpose, like Joan Didion did explicitly in writing “Essays and Conversations”, and “The white Album.”
http://www.george-orwell.org/Why_I_Write/0.html_ why I Write, from George Orwell .
Words, when we utter them, it’s strikes our memory, at the very moment; they are triggers, they evoke souvenirs deeply hidden in our mind, and that what inspires us, to write prose and poetry, or to paint and draw images; to express feelings that run under the skin, à-fleur-de-peau, à-fleur-de- L’eau, and then when reading or hearing them from others. It expel some dormant vows, longtime burrowed between the folds of the heart. Then, as they become familiar to us, like the + and – signs on jewelry medallions, hitched initials, it is a verse from a poem of Marcel Proust Poet; It said:
“you see, I love you everyday a little more; today much more than yesterday, and a bit lesser than tomorrow. “
Originally in Frensh; “Car vois-Tu, je t’aime, aujourd-huit un peu plus qu’hier, et bien moins que demain.”
Or without knowing it, like your man of letters — I’m not saying that I’m a mailman, an honorable profession, above all, and bien à propos, that I think all the best, to which I postulated for a job through USPS in the past, and that unfortunately I didn’t access to the place. Before anything else, I must say this profession at the beginning, for its first status, it had Mercury as the first messenger of gods, in Greek mythology, but that had one last inconvenient also; to be killed at once for elating bad news, like Julius-Cesar did with his messenger who was thrown to the lion– the good news is, I just used a passage from Joan Didion, and Orwell in writing my blogs, in response to the WordPress Daily prompts.
All right, that’s all, I did it, I hope that you enjoy reading it, and expect some feedbacks from you, dear reader
Once more_”Dare you come back for a little Dickens?”_Late Night Show, Letterman