a raisin in the sun
Yarr. Ranty McPostalot today.
I can't seem to open up with any of my good (or not so good) ideas. Maybe it's an issue of trusting the audience; maybe I just don't want to be dissuaded and thus guard them jealously. (YARR.) Maybe I shouldn't even publicly allude to things I am not comfortable spilling about 100%.
Sometimes I muse a bit, but realize I simply don't have a large enough foregoing body of knowledge to continue talking sensibly about the subject. Some people prefer to handle this by talking and talking and talking until they hit upon an encouraging grain of truth. I prefer to say little until I am confident that I know enough to raise a serious dialogue. Mark Twain once scarred my developing conscience with the line "It is better to stay silent and be thought a fool, than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt."
Langston Hughes, meanwhile, is sitting across the table threatening me with explosions.
(brought to you by angst, oblique literary silliness, and the number e)
I can't seem to open up with any of my good (or not so good) ideas. Maybe it's an issue of trusting the audience; maybe I just don't want to be dissuaded and thus guard them jealously. (YARR.) Maybe I shouldn't even publicly allude to things I am not comfortable spilling about 100%.
Sometimes I muse a bit, but realize I simply don't have a large enough foregoing body of knowledge to continue talking sensibly about the subject. Some people prefer to handle this by talking and talking and talking until they hit upon an encouraging grain of truth. I prefer to say little until I am confident that I know enough to raise a serious dialogue. Mark Twain once scarred my developing conscience with the line "It is better to stay silent and be thought a fool, than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt."
Langston Hughes, meanwhile, is sitting across the table threatening me with explosions.
(brought to you by angst, oblique literary silliness, and the number e)