Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Tuesday, June 6
A Momentous Event
I post so infrequently that every post seems a bit of a special occassion :) don't you think?
Was comparing writing in a diary to blogging. Why do I sometimes post, yet sometimes write? What are the gut instincts that drive me to choose between the two?
Analisis
Diary-writing
You can write down all the most sacred, oddball, heinous emotions and thoughts that ever passed through your head and not be afraid to make grammar mistakes or spelling errors while doing so. No one will ever read your diary unless you allow them to in the first place, and reading it yourself allows you to relive certain moments of your past self. Every chosen word, every underline and omission, every twirly swirly alphabet literally replays the emotions coursing through your veins at the exact second you were penning down your thoughts. My diary is as good as, if not better than, a thousand photographs... but probably only to myself.
Blogging
Every post is a composed piece of writing. Grammar mistakes and spelling errors are unpardonable, words are chosen purposefully and exactingly, and audiences are carefully catered for (well, not as much as for my last blog). In re-reading your posts, you are as much the critic as the person who painstakingly went through the process of self-expression. Clumsy sentencing is winced at, innacurate description is frowned upon, general effectiveness is evaluated... Yada-yada. Unless whatever you wrote so accurately captured yourself that you can actually see that past Krystle at that exact time of your posting in the words you read... You only serve to mortify yourself with your immaturity and artless writing.
Pemerhatian: Handwriting plays a big part ler. It blurs the line between immaturity and youth - it makes whatever dumb thing you said so much more forgivable, so much easier to remember and relate to.
Kesimpulan: So when do I write and when do I post?
I write when I can't be bothered to compose: when I want to capture something so beautiful or happifying or disgusting, to the point where I want to express myself so badly that all technical matters are pointless to pursue. The point then is not so much how well I exploit the English language to artful benefit, but to catch my fleeting thoughts before they pass into the forgotten; to capture something and immortalize it forever.
I post when I want to compose, to create an artwork out of formed and regulated words and grammar. I want to test how far I can go in the "capture" of emotion/imagery/thoughts just by plain use of the English language.
Today, I post because it is a momentous event. I am happy with who and what I am, and what I am doing. I am posting because I don't want to shirk from myself anymore, and I want to understand myself better through writing. *self-obsession alert! but surely this is pardonable every now and then* WATCH OUT, WORLD! I love myself today! This is a celebratory post of my self-acceptance! Woot woot.
Was comparing writing in a diary to blogging. Why do I sometimes post, yet sometimes write? What are the gut instincts that drive me to choose between the two?
Analisis
Diary-writing
You can write down all the most sacred, oddball, heinous emotions and thoughts that ever passed through your head and not be afraid to make grammar mistakes or spelling errors while doing so. No one will ever read your diary unless you allow them to in the first place, and reading it yourself allows you to relive certain moments of your past self. Every chosen word, every underline and omission, every twirly swirly alphabet literally replays the emotions coursing through your veins at the exact second you were penning down your thoughts. My diary is as good as, if not better than, a thousand photographs... but probably only to myself.
Blogging
Every post is a composed piece of writing. Grammar mistakes and spelling errors are unpardonable, words are chosen purposefully and exactingly, and audiences are carefully catered for (well, not as much as for my last blog). In re-reading your posts, you are as much the critic as the person who painstakingly went through the process of self-expression. Clumsy sentencing is winced at, innacurate description is frowned upon, general effectiveness is evaluated... Yada-yada. Unless whatever you wrote so accurately captured yourself that you can actually see that past Krystle at that exact time of your posting in the words you read... You only serve to mortify yourself with your immaturity and artless writing.
Pemerhatian: Handwriting plays a big part ler. It blurs the line between immaturity and youth - it makes whatever dumb thing you said so much more forgivable, so much easier to remember and relate to.
Kesimpulan: So when do I write and when do I post?
I write when I can't be bothered to compose: when I want to capture something so beautiful or happifying or disgusting, to the point where I want to express myself so badly that all technical matters are pointless to pursue. The point then is not so much how well I exploit the English language to artful benefit, but to catch my fleeting thoughts before they pass into the forgotten; to capture something and immortalize it forever.
I post when I want to compose, to create an artwork out of formed and regulated words and grammar. I want to test how far I can go in the "capture" of emotion/imagery/thoughts just by plain use of the English language.
Today, I post because it is a momentous event. I am happy with who and what I am, and what I am doing. I am posting because I don't want to shirk from myself anymore, and I want to understand myself better through writing. *self-obsession alert! but surely this is pardonable every now and then* WATCH OUT, WORLD! I love myself today! This is a celebratory post of my self-acceptance! Woot woot.