Sunday, April 13, 2008

Some thoughts

In my writing I have tried to resurrect the Idom a word that I have coined to represent the single idea. Pure in its presentation, yet open to the reader’s interpretation not bothered by prose that flowers the main theme.

Poetry seems to be the best form for the self expression of one’s feelings even though in some way it is too particular to be of use to anyone else.

In reality everything is a blur. We suffer because we attempt to create clarity out of non-quantifiable mist. Drawing lines on platforms that are themselves imaginary.

I am a prisoner to my own need to write. No single idea can pass through my head without me wanting to put it on paper.
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