I'm amazed by people who talk a lot. Some, I listen carefully at what they say, and the content of their speech is meager — and yet, they stretch it out into paragraphs or more. Really, I find that amazing. Back when I had just recovered from my first madness, I started writing poetry and short stories. More poetry than prose, but when I did write narratives, I had the opposite problem. People who knew literature told me that I wrote intense imagery, but then I moved on to write another one right after that; what I should have done was to primp the first one, instead. I was packed with content — it was all too much. What I was lacking, fascinatingly enough, was filler.
Poetry has come easier to me than prose, and that's why you find it so prevalent here at H13. Essay I explore in various fashions on this site, and that's half and half; some comes naturally, some comes only with force. If I think of it, I think perhaps — back when — that I had experienced something so striking, I wanted others to feel (like so many of us do) the ferocity of experience that I had had. Madness, you know — not a lot of filler in that. Even the filler is intense filler. Everything is magnified, and I guess that's all that would come through from me to you. I think that I still have to tone things down, that I try too hard to impress. All I hope is that some small part gets through. That may be why I pound the anvil, sometimes — so that some piece of the sound may get through.
anunnaki
9:51am monday, 29th april
filling in too much detail or the use of too many words to describe or create a story or experience is too damn hard. my mind goes so fast with so many great ideas that its impossible to keep up with and when you try to write it all out you are unsatisfied because you could not express in words the entirety of the thoughts at hand. You then feel you cannot write that well. but poetry is fewer words than a story and can be managed a little easier.
anunnaki