Sorcerygod writes in reaction to the previous post:
Well, I’m impressed PA, that was a very well-written and pieced-together article. I’m glad I found your site.
But can I offer you a hint? Inject a little more emotion into YOUR DAMN DIATRIBE. It is a diatribe, isn’t it? If you truly believe that whites are getting swamped, and you object to it, then show it.
Intellectually, you’re basically flawless.
Emotionally, you come across as a too-calm professor adjudicating a dispute between two teenagers who got promoted ahead of themselves to his class. You need FIRE!!!. You need ICE. Let loose your caveman or your circus acrobat, shine, dazzle ’em. I don’t ask you to reduce the intellectualism — which is delightful — but show us more of who you are.
When you read Heartiste, notice that he takes gory delight in the “shiv” and laces his neologistic profanities such as “shitlibs” and “shitlords” and “the Skittles man” with hatred, cajoling admiration, and amusing approval. You can *feel* his vibe through his words.
I have nothing but praise for your mind … now work on your heart.
Hey now, “Williams Syndrome” drew blood. Nonetheless, I sincerely appreciate the compliment. Secondly, I admire Heartiste’s writing. In fact, I once called him the best writer of our generation and six or so years later, I am even more convinced of that. But his style is rapier wit, mine is different. Finally, thanks for spurring my thoughts on the tangent of writing and emotion.
When it comes to feeling, I’ll put it frankly: while writing, I don’t care much about my feelings. Rather, I approach writing more like a meditation, similar to a musician absorbed in the strings on his guitar until the sound resonates with the rushing flow somewhere just out of reach. T.S. Eliot had some thoughts on that:
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
I don’t write to express my emotion because no reader cares about that. Writing is about creating an emotion in the reader. It’s not about jerking off in front of the girl, it’s about making her feel horny and then fucking her. Do I evoke emotion in readers in posts where I aim for that effect? I’m nowhere near the 10,000 hours of practice but in my honest judgment: so far, so good. Examples of where that rushing flow was deafening and I swung for the stands:
- Shots of Wisdom, Part 3 — snapshots that culminate with an overflow of love for my adoptive home.
- It Is A Very Good Year — a carpe diem post.
- We Don’t Have To Live Like This — scenes from the apocalypse with hints of a divine consciousness watching and twice, intervening.
Scribbling out a blog post is the farthest thing from my mind when I feel strong anger or passion. But there is one post I wrote because I couldn’t contain my rage — and as I learned, that is not a good way to write. The torturous process involved three days of drafting screeds and deleting them, finally accepting that I have no words to match the subject, except for my incomplete adaptation of a Mellencamp verse. I still get a lump in my throat when I visit that post, and not because of anything I wrote there. It’s #LoganTipton.