Amazing to absorb, osmosis fashion, a small degree of knowledge, polish, picture words and style, through not the copycatting of the language but as if one’s way of putting words together is changed by reading those of better writers in their path.
Good reading makes good writing, though I was raised on Poe and must lose only that which is archaic wording in contemporary times. He’s left me something that for years I’ve tried to grasp and it has crept into my soul instead of mind. Not wholly formed, yet growing like a fungus to soften forms and cover them with not disease but character and life.
I read another lately who has tried to drum it in my head through instruction instead of the subtle ways that Edgar did in text. And yet the learning, while it’s there, is stored within an inner sanctum as sacred knowledge–and probably, like a bible, isn’t referred to often enough–but the examples that he shares are more direct.
It might well prove to be the link across a century, while I, still cautious and suspicious move a decade at a time.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I’m going to have to stop and come back and catch up later. This one made me want to say too much, and I want to have the time to say it appropriately.
Your blog is a bit like cheesecake. Delicate, yet full-bodied, and rich with just the right ingredients. One should not over-indulge at a single sitting, but rather, allow it to tickle the palate in delicious bits of sweetness. Accordingly, I’ll be back, when my hunger can no longer be denied.
I’ve always loved your imagery and similes, but to be on the receiving end of one so lovely is humbling. Thank you.