Gosh, hisashiburi.
Writing is of the essence. I feel that words are tired and jaded recently. They need re-inventing. Dylan Thomas summed it up, succintly as always:
"Somebody's boring me. I think it's me."
Self-expression without recycling or boredom, is an art form. It requires real thought, real effort. Effortless portrayal? Does this exist? Mere rhetoric. I want to write beauty and wrestle it onto the page. I want the words to express the exact nuance and shade.
"I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, downthrow and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression."
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