There is so much stuff here about how words are formed. For me writing about writing is like crying over tears. I shall try, though...
How does something get created? Can any ‘literary' endeavour be a visceral response? Would it then qualify as literary?
One of the definitions of the word literary is ‘mythical'. Is it possible for reality to be mythical? I say, why not? If realism can be magical - or sheer magic!
What I recollect is rarely ever in tranquility. Someone taking a dig at me said that I write as though I am talking to the sky.
As it turns out, the swipe went to waste - I do address the limitless expanse. The atoms, neurons and the elements are my landscape. If someone comes in their trail and stops to listen, then they are blessed or cursed - however they wish to see it.
I was recently working on three things simultaneously - or rather trying to - even as I resisted the lure from a few others. My mind is a kaleidoscope; each time I turn a different image springs forth. A few days ago gruesome images were flashing before me. They were so vivid that I started slashing the page I had in front of me.
These were loose sheaves I had taken to bed. The ballpoint pen wouldn't write clearly, so I sat halfway up and went at it.
Would I call this a creation? I don't know...but I have been introspecting about some aspects and I find myself opening up to what such writing means to me.
We have standardised ideas of what constitutes art. It usually has to be sublime and 'pure' in purpose and execution.
True art is artless; it does not mean it has no technique, but that technique is not something striven for. I like coal to be coal, I don't want it to become a diamond.
Much of what I write is more than an intensely personal expression. It is a lived and died-with emotion. I respect other points of view.
We respond to different things in different ways. What I see and what I convey may also be lost in ‘translation’ during that transit. But I have travelled with it. I do not believe that creativity of any kind or degree has to be necessarily adaptable. Change is about the dynamics within and not those that come from outside. I am completely rigid about some ideas and it has worked for me.
You - as in anyone reading it - may rubbish the words, fight them. The fact remains that I have already devoured them.