bluntness exists in space.
It seems like everybody who writes creatively finds the need to describe things beautifully. The challenge they face is to express the complexities of every day existence, the different situations we come across, how deep, ironic, and complicated everything inevitably is … the essence of an emotion.So they write frilly sentences with meanings that are loosely attached, using them almost as building blocks; word association, ambiguity, adjectives, adjectives, adjectives. I cannot deny that everythingis beautiful. I also cannot deny that describing beautiful things is hard. The other morning I looked out the window of my college dorm and heard the tops of the palm tree’s rustling in the wind, saw the sun shining at a deep, almost curved angle through my blinds, and watched the mutated ducks swim in the mud pond that appears only after a nice rain below my window. I thought to myself “Man, earth.” And then that led me to think, “Man, the universe”. I’ve been wanting to cure my writers block for a long time, so I figured why not start by writing about that scene? Thats when I realized it: I had already described it. My initial reaction was the best way to evoke whatever I would need to say, because, really, are there actually words for this? Sun? Trees? Fucking ducks?
“Man, the universe.” Sometimes overcomplicating beauty cheapens it.
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