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This is a great poem. Thank you.
posted by
littlemspickles
on May 30, 2004 at 4:11 AM
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No, you are not getting it. You keep your walls in the real world, but when you write you step out of your prison and free yourself completely. We all need walls to protect ourselves out there, but when we need to be creative must not have any walls supressing our passion. I left you a comment on your new proposal.
posted by
evonka50
on May 27, 2004 at 8:17 PM
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oh, good God
you're writing the bible here evonka. Tell me if I got this right...
To shed the walls that both myself and others have erected around me, I have to actually make steps to knocking them down. Either make everyone used to the fact that I write what I write or else I have to leave them behind in their own box. That sucks because I got 2 guys I really like sitting in my living room that may not take to this. Your advice is invaluable
Max
posted by
Max_Power
on May 27, 2004 at 7:47 PM
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Genuine passion
Who I am is not important. I am a creative spark, a ray of consciousness,
just like you. Once you’ll lose the need to be someone with an identity,
you set yourself free to experience and to express everything in the universe.
Sometimes we construct prisons of our own making in our minds, and we
call that prison–our life. You live in your little prison. Break free. Embrace
the world. Become a lover of life. Relax and let the creative flow carry you.
You want to stun the world with your next huge project. Trust me, if you can
forget about the world, and just be and just create because you love it, because
that is your passion that you can’t live without....this genuine passion will show
in your work....it cannot be otherwise.....it will be there and everyone that will
read your work will feel it too.
posted by
evonka50
on May 27, 2004 at 3:15 PM
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wow,
who are you? That's the best advice I've ever received.
Max Power
posted by
Max_Power
on May 27, 2004 at 2:13 PM
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I read your post...
about your childhood. You write well. You just express it directly as if you and I were just talking to each other in a conversation.
What you need to do is take yourself out of that story, grow up and become the author who writes about a boy who has a very painful childhood. The author-meaning you, is all knowing about the boy. He can see into him and he understands all that the boy feels, but from an adult's point of you. You as the author and as an adult now have an insight into the situation that you as a boy didn't. You feel for the boy, you have compassion for him, you want to comfort him. Be a father to him. A loving father who is patient and kind.
In a way you need to father the boy you used to be. Once you'll step out of the character of the boy, your writing will no longer sound like "I am complaining about my childhood and what rotten parents I had, so feel sorry for me, and by the way I hate the world and everyone in it." Instead it will become a dramatic story of a young boy's struggle and how he overcame his difficult childhood.
posted by
evonka50
on May 27, 2004 at 1:40 PM
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here, this is from january,
http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Max_Power2144/80234
That's pain. That's only the surface too. I need to surround myself with real people like you who tell me what to write. The people I know away from the computer think writing is for losers. I need new friends. They're crowding me so I can't break free. I want to bring Max Power to the real world. I haven't done that yet.
Max Power
posted by
Max_Power
on May 27, 2004 at 12:37 PM
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Your are giving birth to youself, as a creative. That is why you hurt so much. The child inside of you–your creativity is struggling to come out and take on a life of its own. Let it. Let it be born. Write about your pain exactly as you experience it. Once you''ll learn to write about what you feel, you will learn to write about everything else. Take baby steps. One at a time. The first step must always start with you.
posted by
evonka50
on May 27, 2004 at 11:42 AM
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evonka,
last week I would've dismissed a poem as pretentious crap. Today, although some of it is over my head, I see it as art. I'm still in trouble (sleep didn't fix me this time), but I felt like I cried for days. I woke up this morning and everything felt so fresh. Now I have to work on a project that I plan to make bigger than everything.
Max Power
posted by
Max_Power
on May 27, 2004 at 11:37 AM
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