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I don't want to write crap, okay?
I never thought I was a very good writer, anyway. I never understood why anyone would want to read what I had written, when most of what I wrote were drab narratives of that day's events. I would write to avoid doing other things or to get some things off my mind, because it was easier than having real relationships where I had to talk to people.
These days I find myself talking more and more and saying less and less. I make conscious efforts to stop talking as much at work because I miss being the quiet kid who sits in the back, who knows the answer but doesn't raise his hand. I miss being unrevealed.
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I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.
-Walt Whitman, I Sit And Look Out
I never thought I was a very good writer, anyway. I never understood why anyone would want to read what I had written, when most of what I wrote were drab narratives of that day's events. I would write to avoid doing other things or to get some things off my mind, because it was easier than having real relationships where I had to talk to people.
These days I find myself talking more and more and saying less and less. I make conscious efforts to stop talking as much at work because I miss being the quiet kid who sits in the back, who knows the answer but doesn't raise his hand. I miss being unrevealed.
---
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.
-Walt Whitman, I Sit And Look Out