Physically, it's there.
Mentally, I'd tweak a thing or two here or there.
The problem with that is, it could be tomorrow or a few years,
The mind is funny, we can't control when it switches gears,
No matter how heavy our foot weighs to the pedal,
You can't meddle with the process, so you live and you learn,
And this love thing, it's like don't trust or get burned.
Stream Of Thoughts, Allow me to re-introduce myself
When I started writing this blog, I had big ambitions, and high hopes. I started this blog because organically I was writing at a pace so rampant that I felt like I was making big strides of growth in my work and I feel like I had to share this with the world. So why not create a method where I could distribute my own writing at my own pace, to whoever I felt worthy of reading it? Advertise it myself, and branch out to as many people as possible. So I create the blog, and I applaud you all who took the time out of your days and appreciated the content, I really spilled my heart on the page in those pieces...however I kept holding back feeling that I'd over saturate my readers and overwhelm them if I posted too much material too quickly. So as the days went to weeks, the ripple of feedback started to weaken and at first I was discouraged, I figured you know, maybe people aren't as interested as I thought...the only determinant I have is comments left. The more comments people leave, the more effective I felt my work connected, however in my time off from posting (I never stopped writing, never will) I realized there are external factors in the process, and my job as a writer, someone who writes because he loves it, is to keep producing, so I will make it my personal duty to post a new post at least once a day...I'm The Ant From Aesop...so if I hear sounds of the cricket in response to my outings, I'll understand it's not me.
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
Friday, July 25, 2008
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