6.02.2009

The Verse

The poetic verse.
The prose verse.

So, I suppose I want to be a writer. I think. I love to write. But sometimes, I get all self-loathing like and think "What the heck am I doing? I can't be a writer. Everything I write is crap!" But then sometimes I am ultra inspired and write and love what I write. Oh, the wonder of the roller coaster that is life!

Recently I was talking with somebody in one of my classes about this very matter. Later that evening, we were analyzing poems and I told him what I thought of one of them.
He said "Sure, you can be a writer. That was good!"
I replied "But that's not what I wrote. That's just a response to somebody else's writing."
He: "And how does that affect you and make you feel?"
"Small."

It's a weird feeling that I have when I'm reading something great. I feel inspired and like I want to write, but I also feel small and insignificant in how my writing compares to their writing. These feelings are the very reason I love to read. These feelings are the very reason I love to write. I don't see those feelings as conflicting. They compliment each other. I am inspired by the bigness of the poetic verse, of the prose verse. So then when I think about writing, I still feel small. Both are lovely feelings to have: to be inspired, to feel small.I think I'll be a writer after all.

If not, I suppose I could just be a reader.
I am small compared to the
poetic verse
and the
prose verse

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