Tuesday, May 01, 2012
I Call Bull Shit
Making over a turn of phrase that, when analysed, is in fact contradiction at best and a mixed metaphor at the least and saying it is such good poetic language. Fuck that. I may write like a third grader, but I am not pretentious about it at all. And a couple of grown ups have said I don't write like a third grader. I think this bull shit phrase turning is not the same as telling a story. And that is what I do. I tell stories about people. Things happen, but I don't tell stories about things that happen. I tell stories about the people the things happen to. Because that is the way life struck me. I am a person that things happened to,and they keep on happening. Like rain from hell. And that is what I am made of, the way I handled the things that happened and what those things did to me. The person. If you never before in your life saw me, and you struck up a conversation with me, you would take me at face value. You wouldn't know how I retaliate, how I hurt, how I inflict pain, how I have handled pain. So if I told you the things that happened to me, you would have to relate that to the person you are talking to. And I would have to tell you a story. And I would fucking weep.
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