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well there you have it folks. this isn't intrepretations. this is self report. so will the behaviorists please sit down. i know how it was for you, how was it for me? etc. etc.
okay, well first of all, it's quite validating to have someone ask me sytlistic questions. second of all it's quite unsettling because i have no clue, and it shows i haven't formulated any ideas on it, but rather was waiting for that validation. as with most of life it seems i supply the desires and others supply the rules. and all style is just a misunderstandiing i've made somewhere, or an influence being translated to an unintended context. no i don't know.
when do i write? when don't i. usually in class when the teacher is going on, i picture a scene i'm in and then describe it. also it tends to be feedback on a question i entered into the oracle of my mind however long ago. so i tend to write whenever a question has either been implicitly or explicitly put to my mind. seeing as we live in a world of various interpretations, where one macrostate could have numerous microstates and the level of awareness matters, there are always questions. i have far more questions than answers, but i find that when something of value is threatened or available, i tend to write more. if i were a paper tiger, i'd say it was pacing. i usually write on a keyboard. my penmanship would need translation from second graders since even i can't read it later. so i just let the exact combination bounce around and mutate in my mind. corrupted data is all that usually gets put out. sometimes corrupted for the better, sometimes for the worse, depending on how much i'm concentrating. are those all the questions? i think on one hand it's trite to say who my influences are because in some sense it sounds as if i'm somehow putting myself in line with them, as if i am their heir apparent. i'm not that stupid folks. but, on the other hand, influence is inevitable when reading writers, and the writers i enjoy reading and stealing from the most are virginia woolf, charles frazier, irving layton, arthur rimbaud, adrienne rich, proust, mishima yukio, rumi, and most of all definetly william butler yeats. i hope that helped? i regret that the only way i could think of to respectfully reply to your interest may have come off as arrogant to some. i mainly think that writing is a useful crystallization of language and communication, a way to make meanings as precise as possible, a way to capture a few of the infinite combinations of the ten thousand things in one moment, to capture the infinite amount of potential possiblities springing from one exact description in a narrative. that is to connect all of the infinite into a finite collection, xeno's paradox solved.
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