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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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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.

AFTER 43 YEARS … I have finally achieved being “educated.” Or, have I??????????????

what I mean by this is …. it is my understanding by “unsourced” definitions in today’s society, anyone who has achieved a bachelor’s degree from an institution of higher learning has officially joined the ranks of the educated. So, at the ripe young age of 67, I have finally gained enough university credits to graduate with a B.A.

That being said, and to be brutally honest, this “paper chase” has, in reality, become just a part of the life I have and am currently living. To that I will add: What a great experience it has been and continues to be.

I stand amazed at the truth held by that statement for me.

I have worked, as have many others, to achieve academia … I thought there would be more of a mental “fire-storm” experienced.  It seems possible the exhilaration expected has been dulled by the time spent chasing.

I believe though, I’m missing the bigger picture.

To live this long and achieve what I’ve done in my life …. I have been blessed.

best,

G.

 

I stand amazed at times how much my life experiences hold interest to my much younger student peers. Since my first academic go-around in the early 70’s was no “cake-walk,” and life that followed was “difficult.” And, it took another fifteen years or so to really come into my own;  it’s complex to make people understand that just because they get a diploma – life can be a very ungainly path to walk.

Of course, I didn’t start a college setting till I was twenty-two; the military came before that, and I really continue to feel that gave me an edge … but, not much of one. I believe learning to stand on your own feet is as an important lesson as any I know of to help you get through what life is bound to throw at you. That’s the knowledge I try to pass on.

I’ve not known too many folks that have really “come-of-age” within themselves that the “school-of-hardknocks” hasn’t played a significant role in true identity. 

I try to relate my story to that of Homer’s “Odyssey;” the trek to get home is long and filled with quagmires.

I pray they listen!

As always,

Best,

G.