Thanks! :) I really appreciate it! Sarah ---------- : On The Subject of writing and its inherent romanticism. : : The only question to determine whether you're a writer or not is why are : you writing? And then, do you want to? : : Charles Bukowski is probably the only writer that ever literally wrote to : survive and maintained his honesty. Meanwhile, for the writers of the : world, (by no means all) there seems to be a lot of the attraction of : writing one's life away and feeling ever so self-important as a result. : : In High School I dabbled in the area of writing and got the English Teacher : Taking Me Aside from every English teacher I had besides one, who told me that : : the phrase "amplified silence" could not be used in fiction because it : was impossible to amplify silence. Notably, I didn't quite mind that he : didn't like my style. I very actively persued the life of a writer, as you : said, the life of a "professional child." In the same light as Godot, : I also came to the realization (freshman year in college) that there was : nothing else in life I could do aside from wanton creation and concepts. : These are both things you don't get much money for. : : But I went for it anyway. My Freshman English professor told me that I : didn't need to attend her classes anymore because I could probably teach : them. I was a "writer." : : The question at that point though was whether or not I wanted to be. It : strikes me, in hindsight, as how remarkably I had always been protected : from misinterpretation. Its actually quite a terrible thing when you : write a poem about the "blind people" and how much you love them and hate : them at the same time, only to have someone turn around and call you a : mysoginist. Aside from that, there is also a point for redundancy; in my : case, the things I truly loved could no longer become merely subjects for : poems, it seemed that if you make something beautiful out of something : beautiful, you cheapen its original beauty. It struck me as horrendous and : disgusting, as well as terribly pretentious, to take the beauty of life : and actually attempt to duplicate it in a well-structured form. Seymour : said it best, as usual: "The Human Language Conspires To Desecrate : Everything On Earth." : : ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO M! : : PLEASE KILL YOURSELF SO THAT WE MAY ROCK. : >? 1 1 3 3 8 SSSSS UUUUU X X : : ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO M! :