(no subject)
a poem! (dare I call it a poem? a thought, a musing, then!)
Tapered fingers push
aside denim and wool and cotton
to the bare waist hidden
for days and days and days-
Suprised skin
rises up to meet each
finger with
goosebumps that
wouldn't dare beg.
: )
What I like about writing is that the honesty is in the details, but not so much in the accuracy. After all, I think it was Max Weber that first declared the importance of acknowledging subjectivity in even sociological study: The person doing the study can never remove him/herself completely from the study and what s/he hopes to show with the results. Better to announce one's background and whatever biases that may include at the outset, and use this intersubjectivity as a tool for comparison and deeper study, rather than standing on the outskirts, attepting not to touch or interfere with the subject matter.
Intersubjectivity is now well recognized in the field of psychology as well. Go, sociology!
Writing, even completely autobiographical musings, is also subjective. I can never, for example, objectively state my life and why I choose to do the things I do, as if that justifies my life, because another would easily still choose a different path in those same circumstances.
Which brings to mind fictional writing... do authors have a responsibility to bring to light certain stories they have come across in their lives, but veiling the true identities, as too much exposure would not help individuals, but a different mentality of many, upon reading such a story, may help individuals later on??
If that makes sense to you at all, then, welcome! And do step forward, because not everyone is up for this kind of discussion, (I don't blame them at all!) however, to put it in image form, sometimes a person would keep a ball of Christmas lights tangled up and just use half the lights available, for the mere reluctance of dealing with the long task of untangling.
In literature, for example, Kate Chopin rocked the literary world of her time with the beautifully written The Awakening. It was only her second novel. Having begun writing seriously at a rather late age, and publishing The Awakening at 39, one could argue that she wasn't very established as a writer to be able to bear the brunt of the onslaught of criticism that The Awakening inspired in her circle. And, not being able to take further criticism, she was effectively silenced.
On the other hand, it could be argued that, having written about the very institution of marriage as it commonly existed in that day, and one particularly sensitive result with such a delicate, perceptive touch-- that perhaps Kate Chopin wanted this novel to be her final word. And she was not silenced, as she had said all that she could say.
Tapered fingers push
aside denim and wool and cotton
to the bare waist hidden
for days and days and days-
Suprised skin
rises up to meet each
finger with
goosebumps that
wouldn't dare beg.
: )
What I like about writing is that the honesty is in the details, but not so much in the accuracy. After all, I think it was Max Weber that first declared the importance of acknowledging subjectivity in even sociological study: The person doing the study can never remove him/herself completely from the study and what s/he hopes to show with the results. Better to announce one's background and whatever biases that may include at the outset, and use this intersubjectivity as a tool for comparison and deeper study, rather than standing on the outskirts, attepting not to touch or interfere with the subject matter.
Intersubjectivity is now well recognized in the field of psychology as well. Go, sociology!
Writing, even completely autobiographical musings, is also subjective. I can never, for example, objectively state my life and why I choose to do the things I do, as if that justifies my life, because another would easily still choose a different path in those same circumstances.
Which brings to mind fictional writing... do authors have a responsibility to bring to light certain stories they have come across in their lives, but veiling the true identities, as too much exposure would not help individuals, but a different mentality of many, upon reading such a story, may help individuals later on??
If that makes sense to you at all, then, welcome! And do step forward, because not everyone is up for this kind of discussion, (I don't blame them at all!) however, to put it in image form, sometimes a person would keep a ball of Christmas lights tangled up and just use half the lights available, for the mere reluctance of dealing with the long task of untangling.
In literature, for example, Kate Chopin rocked the literary world of her time with the beautifully written The Awakening. It was only her second novel. Having begun writing seriously at a rather late age, and publishing The Awakening at 39, one could argue that she wasn't very established as a writer to be able to bear the brunt of the onslaught of criticism that The Awakening inspired in her circle. And, not being able to take further criticism, she was effectively silenced.
On the other hand, it could be argued that, having written about the very institution of marriage as it commonly existed in that day, and one particularly sensitive result with such a delicate, perceptive touch-- that perhaps Kate Chopin wanted this novel to be her final word. And she was not silenced, as she had said all that she could say.