I've recently been observing this bizarre tendency to surround myself with odd/misfit things, unsure as to how I became that way. Weather here isn't helping in my search.
Current Read: The Alchemist Tuning: the Generationals Mood: Ech.
I'm quite impressed with the musical quality of your writing, and the poignant images your word paintings evoke. Then, when I realized your were a teenager, I admit, to a moment of disorientation. After having taught high school for a very long time, I can not remember encountering any student with the depth and emotional lyricism you portray. Yes, you certainly have a flair for writing, and certainly your ability to string words together is quite facile and clever, but those skills, though rare, are not unheard of. What quite frankly impresses me about your writing, is the maturity and emotional wisdom you display - traits that are not gased upon skill or technique, but rather come from experience of living deeply and with feeling. My guess is that one so young as you has a limited repertoire of behaviors and freedoms to effectively deal with what you see, feel and understand, and for your sake, I am glad you have discovered your writing. Ideas, thoughts and feelings that are easily expressed can be satisfactorily dismissed through everyday conversations and interactions, but I imagine your peers have little clue as to what you see and hear, and it must be difficult to find older and more mature people who DO understand, much less convince them to actually listen to you. Your art is a wonderful outlet, and you must keep it as an active and vital part of your inner voice. Good luck, Bob
Bob, Upon reading this comment almost three years ago, I was undeniably brought to tears at the vast insight and sensitivity contained within these words. To this day and having graduated high school, I still return to them.
Your words have provided a source of unfathomable comfort and courage for me. I had, in fact and until fairly recently, all but given up on writing altogether. There are some things in this life, however, that we can never escape. I have come to understand this.
That all goes to say: my meager words fall short of the gratitude I feel for yours three years ago. Thank you.
I'm quite impressed with the musical quality of your writing, and the poignant images your word paintings evoke. Then, when I realized your were a teenager, I admit, to a moment of disorientation. After having taught high school for a very long time, I can not remember encountering any student with the depth and emotional lyricism you portray. Yes, you certainly have a flair for writing, and certainly your ability to string words together is quite facile and clever, but those skills, though rare, are not unheard of. What quite frankly impresses me about your writing, is the maturity and emotional wisdom you display - traits that are not gased upon skill or technique, but rather come from experience of living deeply and with feeling.
ReplyDeleteMy guess is that one so young as you has a limited repertoire of behaviors and freedoms to effectively deal with what you see, feel and understand, and for your sake, I am glad you have discovered your writing.
Ideas, thoughts and feelings that are easily expressed can be satisfactorily dismissed through everyday conversations and interactions, but I imagine your peers have little clue as to what you see and hear, and it must be difficult to find older and more mature people who DO understand, much less convince them to actually listen to you. Your art is a wonderful outlet, and you must keep it as an active and vital part of your inner voice.
Good luck, Bob
Bob,
DeleteUpon reading this comment almost three years ago, I was undeniably brought to tears at the vast insight and sensitivity contained within these words. To this day and having graduated high school, I still return to them.
Your words have provided a source of unfathomable comfort and courage for me. I had, in fact and until fairly recently, all but given up on writing altogether. There are some things in this life, however, that we can never escape. I have come to understand this.
That all goes to say: my meager words fall short of the gratitude I feel for yours three years ago. Thank you.
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