yay for 2AM ramblings
I don't like and am not interested in poetry. Poetry, I feel, can only capture an emotion at its purest and only that. That emotion is only one part of the entire story. Prose can tell that story but it can't capture that sensation, that beat in which only an instrument can effectively capture. My instrument of choice is the cello, but I cannot play it well enough or am able to use it to articulate what I mean to articulate. But it is with music that the passage, the emotion, is given the ability to move and inspire a person through the sheer rhythm, the sheer beat, which makes one get lost in it, like feeling the waves inside oneself crash again and again onto the shore, lapping forward and backwards. One feels the ups and downs, the sweeping gestures and becomes intertwined with the pulse. Poetry tries to take the pulse, but can never reach the same level, have the same flow. It can, however, give it words, articulate the smooth flowing of the horsehair bow across synthetic strings. Prose can articulate the flow and mimic it to an extent, but it will never achieve that same purity of voice that poetry effortlessly commands.
But I don't want that--I want it all. I am a selfish person. I want it all.
I want prose which flows with the same grace that poetry has and can match the sweeping feeling like an orchestra playing Beethoven which can move an audience just by the sheer progression of lines--paragraphs. I want it to have that poetic quality that cuts straight and pierces the heart. Story--it's not the story that I care about now. It's not the story that matters, but the language used. I want the power to move. I'm so freaking fixated upon that I can't get over it that I seemingly repeat it to myself, ad nauseam until I get sick of myself. And, yet, I become so self-centered in it I lose sight of everything else.
I want it all but I don't know how to get it.
edit: 4:28AM...dang, I can't believe I finished. Last page is pretty rough, but...woah. I think I'm going to be scared of what I created. It's really raw.
But I don't want that--I want it all. I am a selfish person. I want it all.
I want prose which flows with the same grace that poetry has and can match the sweeping feeling like an orchestra playing Beethoven which can move an audience just by the sheer progression of lines--paragraphs. I want it to have that poetic quality that cuts straight and pierces the heart. Story--it's not the story that I care about now. It's not the story that matters, but the language used. I want the power to move. I'm so freaking fixated upon that I can't get over it that I seemingly repeat it to myself, ad nauseam until I get sick of myself. And, yet, I become so self-centered in it I lose sight of everything else.
I want it all but I don't know how to get it.
edit: 4:28AM...dang, I can't believe I finished. Last page is pretty rough, but...woah. I think I'm going to be scared of what I created. It's really raw.