Hi.
last night I was sitting around reading through my poetry, especially my older stuff, and suddenly realised that my writing has changed dramatically since I first tried my hand at poetry. I wote a "poetic biography" about it - and realised that it would make an ideal introduction to my site. so here it is.....
when I was young, and first started to feelings and worlds into words, the words and ideas were very simple, for my juvenile mind knew no other.
Then, as I grew older, my mind's vocabulary became more and more complex, and so followed the words needed to describe such exact emotions and feelings. poetry soon became an almost scientific process of matching the meaning to the correct terminology, untill the words became so complicated that all meaning was lost. My poetry scanned through the mind with delightful ease, but very little filtered down to the soul. it had become a matter of intellect, which has never moved people's hearts in the same way as emotion. The mind has a vast and infinitely complex vocabulary, but the soul understands very little. It requires a simplicity to stir within it an emotion, for it needs to be able to empathise with the words. my writing had, in short, become an emotionless black hole - hours of labour with a thesaurus to bring an exact meaning had in fact subtracted just that.
My poetry, therefore, returned to the state of my earlier youth, seeking again the simplicity that has the power to to move the heart and soul, instead of the complexity that seduces the mind. These new "soul words" are used to convey a much more complex range of ideas than my former self knew or could have imagined, for added years of life and knowledge have aided my view of the world and my understanding of myself. Now, for the first time, I am beginning to write about me.
Which takes me nicely to the present - a 16 year old schoolboy who wishes to thank you for taking the time to read this, and apologise for the valuable minutes of your life utterly wasted in the process.
I can only close by saying that I hope you enjoy what you came here to read, but fel free to be honest in your critiques. constructive criticism is always more useful than false praise.
luv yas all!
Julius Ceasar
update...so i'm no longer a 16yo schoolboy, I'm a 20yo boy/man studying mathematics at university.
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