My Prose Wasn’t Deathless, After All
Last night I got so disgusted with my articles and myself, that I deleted all six pages of titles! They aren’t gone forever because they are saved in My Documents, and I might re-post some of them sometime. I decided no one ever goes back to read articles after a week, so I should remove them. The trouble is that I forgot when I deleted them; I was also deleting all those nice comments! The articles I liked best seemed to get the fewest comments, and many comments indicated the reader really hadn’t understood my irony, or whatever point I was trying to make. That is my fault for not writing clearly. I don’t know so much about any one subject that I should try to enlighten any one else, anyhow. Some topics I have looked up on Wikepedia to sound more as if I knew what I was talking about and it ended up sounding OK to me. After all I can’t write about sunsets, dogs and cats and cattle all the time. I still have some happenings in my life that might entertain someone who likes that sort of thing. I worked for a guy once that, when I asked him for advice would say, “I’ll have to study it.” So that is what I am going to do.
What brought this on was another article I read. It is written by John Knight (pb), whose articles I greatly respect, and called A Plan to Bring Certainty to This World. It is a very good article, but it is irony and I didn’t recognize it as such. It was after Thanksgiving dinner and maybe I was too full of turkey and pie to concentrate. The comments that followed were so astute that I finally realize I am way out of my league when I try to write on serious subjects. I probably point out things that are so obvious the readers must shake their heads as they read such drivel. I said it - you don’t have to.
This is probably all drivel, too. It’s late and I’m going to bed with Alexander the Great, as I read the book Virtues of War by Steven Pressfield. I did a review on a review of this book a couple of weeks ago before I checked it out of the library. It is every bit as good as they said it was.In comparison, it reveals that George W Bush ain't no Alexander the Great!
Good night.


Comments: 12
I guess if just a few people enjoy an old codger's memoirs, it is OK to put them out there, if I don't get too wordy. Can women be old codgers or is that term reserved for men? I feel like one.
You know that you oughtn't to say such things about your work. You truly do have some of the most charming memories on this website, at least as far as I can make out, in any event. And your recollections are displayed with a whistfulness which is becoming. I think someone above pointed out that we could have all of the precise Science in the world presented for us. But, in truth, it's not exactitude which is so attractive about reading other people's work, it's character! If the former were true, we'd see commuters on the underground reading encyclopedias!
And, I've never seen one of those!
The more you write the more we'll read. That's a certainty. Keep posting and we'll keep reading and enjoying every moment of it.
Pat
I have a group, Memorable Times, that I only touted a few days ago and membership soared from 4 to 6 members!! If you are not one of those 6 people, I invite you to join. There are some good articles there written by others.