Tiny ants wriggling about

I am here to spout opinions and reflections.

Words and phrases that are my own

Words phrases that are yours

 
            In my own words seems to be only way I am able to write and not personally view my work as fabricated.  I often hear songs on the radio or in movies that are simply no written this way.  The lyrics seem forced. I picture a dull person in a dull room typing; for each word that is their own I hear a right-click, synonyms, hmm… that would sound better.  But no, it sounds fake and cheap.

            All of this brings me back to a phrase I scrawled down some time back: “What is art? Can you influence your ability to create art?”  In my opinion you cannot force anything beautiful.  It must simply be.  If you force making love it is a crime called rape.  Why is it people feel they can force art and still consider this acceptable, even beautiful to some.  When this happens I detect an odor of cheapness, criminals, and a violation of arts beauty.  Some people make careers of raping words, butchering imagery, and stealing others feelings.

            I have decided that the only way I can sleep at night is to seek out these artistic criminals and tell them how they have offended my senses.  While I was reading I came upon a brief section of “space” where she talks of forcing herself to write. This causes a dilemma. Is she stalking her art or is she wooing her art with persistence. Maybe I should reconsider my definition for forced art.