Writing about writing

[misfit]

For you writers.

You know that feeling when you don't feel inspired to write about anything. Your head is really lacking of emotion, creativity and strenght to hold that pencil/pen... Still you hold that notepad and start writing about that peculiar feeling, and you go on and on. Ending up writing about many things. But nothing at all, in fact.
And when you stop writing, you feel this weird vibration, as if it wasn't real? And you suddenly feel space, kind of, tightning you. And, maybe or may not, wordless emotions start to reveal?

:roll:

 

[restin]

I simply cannot write when I am not inspired. I cannot just "write"...

 

[Brugmansia]

What were you writing about in the past, Misfit?

 

[misfit]

When I feel inspired, and emotionally full of need to express my feelings about my surroundings, I write exactly that. I try to describe what I feel. Whatever it is.
Sometimes I feel relived after writing witch feels really good. I feel more open and receptive to reality and what it has to show to me. Others I feel that what I wrote had nothing to do with I felt at the time (in this case sometimes I feel more heavy than before, sometimes).

Well, I could go on describing those feelings eternally..

But about that peculiar state of emotion/mind (I don't know how you would call it), it's weird to describe.

Anyway, I guess it's just another state, like any other witch inspires me to write.

 

[Brugmansia]

Well okay, I can relate with the urge to write.

You wouldn't find me starting a rant about how I personally taste surroundings. Or loading some ammunition rounds to fire them off for the fun of making the construction itself. I'm only fond of an assault if my own domain has gotten some calamity through some external fngers in my porridge.

But throwing of what's on my mind by putting it in a verbal jacket of sophism and humor describes my class. But as you said, severe inner activity does a lot of good.

I should bring up my pencils as well for some new drawnings, it gets me a lot calmer anyway.

 

[Mr.Smith]

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[misfit]

Brugmansia:

I can relate to those sophism writings.
Though, I don't do them much.
I rather write poems or prose with as much anolgys as possible. I can't always come out with some, but I try.

A poet witch I love to read is Fernando Pessoa. I think you can read some of his stuff on the internet. I guess my way of writing is also a little influenced by the way he wrote.

Mr.Smith:

Would you mind to tell some more things about your book? What is it about? Or maybe copy a paragraph here?

 

[????????]

i have experienced the same exact feeling you describe. i tried to post something in my blog but only made a half-assed draft. this is what came out of it:

I feel like writing, so I'm describing the events that unfolded on the previous day as of this writing. The date of this writing does not matter. It is enough to say that it was in vacations time, on December, month of allowed hedonism.

Haven't you noticed that when you ask people what they did on a certain day, they just describe the events, the actions, in which they acted but not the feelings triggered by such experiences and the states of mind reached? I don't like that. It's empty blabber. I'll try to do both: the events and the feelings.

The day started as I woke up in mid afternoon, after a good night of sleep. My sister informed me that there was an interesting gathering of devotees of electronic music in a hotel by the beach of my like. One thing: we had to get there before 8 pm or the charge for entering would multiply itself three times. We wanted to keep transportation costs at a minimum; we needed cash for buying pills, necessary fuel to a night of dancing. You see, we planned to go there by bus and return likewise, next day in the morning, when buses start going about again. The MDMA would clear our minds, shoving aside worries and welcoming sensual experiences with the other. The amphetamines would make sitting still impossible.

We never got there. Besides my sister, her boyfriend and a friend of her were coming too. Her friend I had met previously and although I had no fancy with her, I supposed we could have a nice time. She's not my type (who is?) but there's always that testosterone-induced voice that advices us to go on and see what happens. I never even saw her, she bought her share of pills and consumed them at a girlfriend's house. She didn't want to get on a bus now. I couldn't blame her. The ride would be an awkward eternity.

My sister's boyfriend is not fond of pills. He says he doesn't feel them. He prefers cocaine. I showered, dressed and went with my sister to his house. Then I had to wait for them to get ready.

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I now realize that attempting to accurately portray a day in the life of someone is almost futile, there's too much to be said. Books could be written about an hour in the day of anyone eloquent enough. I wrote "almost" because I guess that the only reasonable hope for conveying this must reside in the poetry and artistry of the storyteller. I do not presume such feats.

 

[misfit]

That's truth... A day is just so long, and, sometimes, there's endless emotions witch we experience. Indeed, books could be written just describing a little moment of a day.

I think the writings witch I love more to write is those that you feel like a bubble of something (information+emotions+being alive+etc...) almost poping. And when it pops there are many many sparkles that you can see closer and feel it more vividly. At the same time I try to write without thinking much about the content I'm writing about. Though I think, a little, about the way I'm writing it.

 

[Mr.Smith]

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[misfit]

 

[Trataka]

I just got the feeling described in the original post while writing a response to GODs last post in the thread "Are Humans Special?"

I'm not sure what to do now, perhaps frustration and agitation are good for me creatively, I think its the most eloquent rebuke I have written in a long time.

I think I'll post it here for discussion rather than actually post it as a message from me.

"I don't really see the need to attack, everyone's opinion is valid and this is a discussion. I find it ironic how you talk of egotism and yet have the pseudonym; GOD. I don't think I will be posting here again as I can see that you are a highly active member of this forum and I believe it might be counter-productive for me to stay and put up with you. Your presumption of intellectual superiority over the members of this community is clearly misrepresented, highly offensive and downright annoying. Enjoy your experiences everyone, I hope you find what you are seeking.
-Tarryn"

Opinions? Should I stay or should I go?

 

[Caduceus Mercurius]

Opinions? Should I stay or should I go?

The former Site Admin of this website (me) feels exactly the same.

 

[GOD]

I dont want you to go and i`m sure nobody else does .. What would going bring you or us ?

" perhaps frustration and agitation are good for me creatively, "

In this case i hope so .

If you have an answer to a post please post it in the apropriate thread so that i and others can understand it / the conections you are trying to make . I dont see anything wrong in what i have said after reading the link you gave . Please go there and reply to what i have said . Just critisising me without direct references doesnt help either of us or the forum . As you said its a discussion . In a discussion i`m alowed to have a point of view and say it , so are you . We dont have to agree with eachother . I think if you cant take differing opinions and express yourself that thats not a reason to go . Maybe its a chance to learn to know yourself better and deal with the issues you have talked about .


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