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Nicholas C. Burbules made that statement in a scholarly paper he wrote on the occupation of editing in a culturally diverse world.

Said another way: when I send in a piece of fiction for publication in a magazine, book, or for that matter … a professor to grade: if said piece of prose is not up to a particular editor’s level, or a particular instructor’s literary range of writing (off setting problems with grammar, punctuation, and correct word usage of course), then isn’t that indeed a form of cultural imperialism? 

Who is really to say what good writing is? Has it to do with the rhetorical subscript set by some unseen source as to what is acceptable. Is it the readership of said piece that accounts for what is quality?

I dare say: “He who rules the present  – rules the past;  and in turn, rules the standards set to rule the present.”  Is an oxymoron at work here?

I suppose there must be some standards by which we live our lives. Ahh … the irony of it all.

Best to all,

G.

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I ask you …. is there really any truth in opinions … or is it all just a fantasy of someone elses ego? If you look back to the time of the great philosophers, Aristotle, and the like,  one  would think that the charge of independent thought without any qualifing evidence  is just a brash outburst of  a small spoiled  child..

Hummmm …. maybe there is some truth in that.

Oddly enough, I just finished a product review on Amazon  which  has to do with a digital download of a book to my Kindle device.  I found the content and information given very good; however, the grammar and structural errors made me wonder if the booklet had been proof-read .

It was very distracting.

I did include that I realized the problems with downloading printed formating to digital sometime has its problems. I’ve had pieces published that either had formating “hick-ups,” or the editors just decided to do it their way. 

*That, of course, is just my opinion. 

best to all,

G.

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Rhetoric is such a foreign language to me. Everything I write is blazoned with my ego. If I even think of writing anything, be it : a blog, e-mail, a meeting notice; nothing, and, I mean nothing appears to  get past my need to not only establish, but “feed” my ego no matter the size of the morsel.

All I can think about is … how can I make this identifiable with my personal stamp without letting on how much I struggled to set it apart from everyone else? How can I project a style that is mine alone, and still … write a worthy essay, poem, short or long fiction that is really worthy of holding an audience?

I ask you, if I write with a slightly “rumpled” style is that a plus or minus for my image? Does my rhetorical become  untethered?.  Maybe the “clip art” is a direct interpretation of my purpose for the blog that week. I like to write on fun things that have value. I enjoy satire … to a point.

I know on my academic blog, George K. Brannen English Scholar’s Fund available through my blogroll, my academic style still contains a certain tone of my ego.

I feel there may be more-than-one person at this keyboard feuding to take control. The Ying and the Yang forever jousting for position. And like that ancient Chinese theorem… neither shall ever dominate the other. Yes, maybe they are my rhetoric, my ego, …. my me.

 

best,

G.

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When I was but a wee child enrolled in a small, rural schoolhouse, we had a book mobile that would visit , if I recall rightly, once every week or maybe two. I remember when the book-mobile was scheduled, recess was immediately called, and the whole of the student population (all 23 or so of us along with the one schoolmarm) would be allowed to plunder the book rows seeking a literary adventure.

That was the spark!

The fire has never been extinguished.

My book titles have grown up a bit; I’ve moved from Uncle Arthur’s “Bedtime Stories” > J.R.R. Tolkien >Justin Torres’ “We The Animals,” and everywhere in between.. Signifcant is my passion for the authors of the Romantic  &  Modernistic Era’s.

So, you may ask, what the heck has this got to do with anything.

I would like to think that the  youth of Generation “Z” will suffer the same passions as I.

Look at the commercials: cell-phones for 8 year olds …. really? On the bright side: there is an app for book downlods, audio books, and more information on the WEB then all the hardback “Encyclopedias” I could have ever purchased. All my books that I have retained, possessed, given-away, thrown- away, and thought of, but never obtained, can now be held in the palm of my hand. I must say – that is impressive..

I do have to admit: it just doesn’t sound the same … about “snuggling up with a good ipad.”

It’s a brave new world out there.

Happie New Year Everyone!

best,

g.

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Writing is such a personal venture; yet it acclaims suffrage on so many levels. I had a visiting author tell me once: “Nobody likes to write, they just like it after it’s done..

Hummmm, I wonder if that’s true?

I, myself, write lots of different stuff > for different reasons> in different genres; and , I agree I do like it when I’m done.

But, sometimes, just banging on these keys: words flying, mental disorder abounding, a locutional discharge at such a rate I’m barely maintaining control.. The stimulus, at times, far outweighing the meaning.

-But not today!

Today, my rationale is: Why write at all?

To look back over my half-century plus and remember the starts and stops of this passion for me along the way; it, my writing, tells a story about me. Not so much an autobiography told in letters and photos; but, a history told in “bread-crumbs” dropped along the way; more like a trail so my path will remain visible as I wonder the greater uncertainties that lie ahead.

Writing is like that – a synonym for life lived. 

I always think of Justin Torres’ novella, We the Animals. In it, his narrator says about life: ” We wanted more. We wanted much more.”

A keyboard to me: that “silver-tongued devil” that feeds my psyche and the lives of so many others.

Have a blessed New Year!!!!!!!!

best,

G.