May lead to a perfect ending, circumstances tend to be fickle; however, so this is why there are ever new beginnings, each one stretching sinew and bone to greater lengths, hoping to reach just higher than the rest, laying hands on perfection.Blogging... not something I ever saw myself doing at any point in time prior to this very moment, but suggestion is powerful, and when it stems from someone who has some influence over you and you also respect their acuity, that power begins to wisp its way into the stubborn machine that is your mind, and turns many gears to initiate the actions it hopes for.
I suppose I intend to use this space for a multitude of purposes that a place like "Facebook" simply is not appropriate for under many circumstances. I'm fairly shy about showing many people my attempts at writing literature, outside of Lynz perhaps because she's a fellow English major and all-around astute connoisseur of things written.
So, in addition to being a hastily constructed, though moderately attractive platform for my writing, I intend to post quandaries about life and the entire bank of things that come with that meek little word. Life as a word somehow reminds me of that persistent character archetype in fiction who is always meek, unassuming and outwardly fragile, yet in reality is internally immense, encompassing, powerful and so multifaceted one would need eternal life to identify them all, let alone explore them.
I suppose that's another topic I'd like to explore at some point...comparing word structure (not so much etymology) to scope. Life...a structurally small word, with enormous meaning and almost unrivaled scope of coverage. I suppose many other nouns fit this particular mold, but I am recalling other bite-sized bunches of letters that also share in having a juggernaut's breadth of meaning. Love is another, but I'll touch on this subject at some other point.
I'll also definitely be taking this space to talk about themes in literature and art that I feel are too niche and under appreciated by many, even those who have a respectable taste or grasp of art and literature. Certainly so, I am not a talented visual artist. I can play and possibly create music, but I am a reader and writer above all, with an enormous, amorous view of visual art, especially illustrative, complementary art. I long to make some kind of visual art because I am so hopelessly and nervously in love with visuals. I think my growing up with video games and being such a detail hound did a lot of this to me. I seek out conceptual art, I want to know how everything went from words on paper, ideas in heads, to a visual, auditory and written creation that blows my mind. I would also argue that graphic novels did this to me as well, many of them are in a lot of ways, the perfect form of literature. They have wonderful plots, well developed characters, carefully followed and introduced themes; and above all, they not only illustrate in words the tale they tell, they visualize the entire story told in their own way, each unique from its brothers and sisters.
For a first entry, this is rather long. I suppose it helps one get to know the author a little at least; not like this would be worth reading if I told you my favorite color (black, blue, vermillion) or what kind of animals I keep in my house (a cat and a dog) alone, and not what I plan to write about, in addition to using this space to test my work and put out feelers for my writing.
I'll likely use this space exclusively for some of my shorter work as well.
Thank you for making me feel like an ageless sculpture devoid of even the slightest flaw, you will never know what it's done for me.Labels: Beginning, identity, musing, short words
