Why Even Bother to Write….

To be honest, I don’t even have much of an answer to that question. Writing itself is an art form, a way of communication. Without words written on a page, history could never have been recorded. That’s what everything is you know: history. Every word, syllable, letter I utter on this page is history the exact moment after my fingers brush the keys. What you are reading at this present time is officially in the past. What’s my point with all this rhetoric, you ask. Simply put, writing allows you to enter the minds of others; it lets you linger, influence their thoughts, their souls, their minds. One does not necessarily need to be Shakespeare to touch the lives of others. If you are reading this, I touched your life already (too late...I gotcha…might as well keep on reading, huh?). The fact the something touched you does not necessarily mean it moved you (brush up on your Physics), it just means somehow, it affected your day. My voice affected your day. There’s a sort of beauty in that, methinks. The fact that I can say something, and you can consider, revile, or completely disregard it is amazing. Not to sound preachy (probably too late), but we should all speak. We all have our own unique way of orating our thoughts, ideas, and expressions, and I don’t plan to explain them all, but y’all get my drift.

 

Maybe I do have an answer to that question…..it just  took a two and a half hour flight to Chicago to figure it out. 

-Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape, now let it fall...

-Mos Def

-Illipsis

(we will get current on this whole posting thing...school has taken its toll y'know? but, we back on the grind so hit us up with the comments, ya dig?)