There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway
Great writing epitomizes human emotions; it takes universal concepts that people feel on a daily basis but do may know how to express, and translates them into literature. Every character is a representation of a real person or ideal, every theme in can be connected to something that we experience in daily life. The magic of great writing is not that it is only accessible by a certain few; a true epic is one that forms a tacitus bond with all those who read it. Poe’s life bled through the pages of his stories, Hemingway beautifully connected the concepts of his work and those of his life to create unforgettable narratives. What makes a good writer in not being afraid to know what they are writing about, knowing and being honest with themselves in such a way that others cannot, understanding what they want to express in their piece and having the tools to express themselves. Though I dare not commit hubris and compare myself to the old masters of script, I write for the same reasons, to share, to express myself in the universal concepts that apply to us all.
I do not pretend to understand everything, nor do I pretend to have a solution to everything. I simply intend to understand and learn as much about the nature of this world as I can, however this is not a small, simple world that can be fully understood without some form of contemplation. As more and more information collects in my psyche it becomes fractured, not knowing how to deal with each piece of stimulus individually, not knowing how to react to each new piece. To bring a fragmented mind to union, I write. To understand the nature of what I know and the world in which I live is to then understand myself. From what I have seen and witnessed, I take the universal concepts that I know and strip them to their essence, to their nature, then examine them as they are without the added factors that cloud and pollute my mind. What I find in my ensuing writing is something that I can understand and empathize with. Once it is understood, the experience is infinitely more significant to me, and I can use it to my benefit, to learn from it, as I could not before. Once this compartmentalization of data has been finalized and I begin to comprehend what is around me, and in doing so I acquire the tools to understand myself, and develop as a person.
Not every bridge must span an ocean. I do not find enlightenment with each piece I write, but each piece helps me decode a part of me that was previously unreachable. If you follow my blog (all two posts of it) you will know I wrote a letter to my unborn child the concept of this was partially to fill up some blogspace, but for the most part, I wrote to understand my father, with whom I have not had a very loving relationship. In the piece I hoped to reconcile him with the few times he was a prominent figure in my life, and to understand the fear that comes with having a child. After it was finished I did not want to run to the man and beg for reconciliation, but I did understand him, and thus came to understand what I came from. At the suggestion of my scholarly English teacher I wrote an essay on my childhood, and the effects it has had on my current state (I’ll attach a link if anyone is interested). The proses bought me back to my infancy, and I now have a greater understanding of my childhood and the factors that influenced me to become the person I am. Having a more in depth view of my past has helped me to tackle my future.
That is why I write, and I urge anyone to do the same, be it in a foreign tongue or at any level of English; you don’t have to be one of the world’s top writers to express yourself like one.
P.S. If you do wish to read the essay on my childhood, press the fullscreen button in the box below.
-Ernest Hemingway
Great writing epitomizes human emotions; it takes universal concepts that people feel on a daily basis but do may know how to express, and translates them into literature. Every character is a representation of a real person or ideal, every theme in can be connected to something that we experience in daily life. The magic of great writing is not that it is only accessible by a certain few; a true epic is one that forms a tacitus bond with all those who read it. Poe’s life bled through the pages of his stories, Hemingway beautifully connected the concepts of his work and those of his life to create unforgettable narratives. What makes a good writer in not being afraid to know what they are writing about, knowing and being honest with themselves in such a way that others cannot, understanding what they want to express in their piece and having the tools to express themselves. Though I dare not commit hubris and compare myself to the old masters of script, I write for the same reasons, to share, to express myself in the universal concepts that apply to us all.
I do not pretend to understand everything, nor do I pretend to have a solution to everything. I simply intend to understand and learn as much about the nature of this world as I can, however this is not a small, simple world that can be fully understood without some form of contemplation. As more and more information collects in my psyche it becomes fractured, not knowing how to deal with each piece of stimulus individually, not knowing how to react to each new piece. To bring a fragmented mind to union, I write. To understand the nature of what I know and the world in which I live is to then understand myself. From what I have seen and witnessed, I take the universal concepts that I know and strip them to their essence, to their nature, then examine them as they are without the added factors that cloud and pollute my mind. What I find in my ensuing writing is something that I can understand and empathize with. Once it is understood, the experience is infinitely more significant to me, and I can use it to my benefit, to learn from it, as I could not before. Once this compartmentalization of data has been finalized and I begin to comprehend what is around me, and in doing so I acquire the tools to understand myself, and develop as a person.
Not every bridge must span an ocean. I do not find enlightenment with each piece I write, but each piece helps me decode a part of me that was previously unreachable. If you follow my blog (all two posts of it) you will know I wrote a letter to my unborn child the concept of this was partially to fill up some blogspace, but for the most part, I wrote to understand my father, with whom I have not had a very loving relationship. In the piece I hoped to reconcile him with the few times he was a prominent figure in my life, and to understand the fear that comes with having a child. After it was finished I did not want to run to the man and beg for reconciliation, but I did understand him, and thus came to understand what I came from. At the suggestion of my scholarly English teacher I wrote an essay on my childhood, and the effects it has had on my current state (I’ll attach a link if anyone is interested). The proses bought me back to my infancy, and I now have a greater understanding of my childhood and the factors that influenced me to become the person I am. Having a more in depth view of my past has helped me to tackle my future.
That is why I write, and I urge anyone to do the same, be it in a foreign tongue or at any level of English; you don’t have to be one of the world’s top writers to express yourself like one.
P.S. If you do wish to read the essay on my childhood, press the fullscreen button in the box below.