18/10/2009
Typical me! Ended up writing two poems instead of one. I wonder if Robert Frost might feel bad… My “Forest of Choices” seems to be inspired by it. Though I know it is not, maybe to the critical eye it might look like it. I wonder if some kid from the generation of today were to read it, they’d even know who Frost was!
Anyway, it seems I’ve done well writing about my dilemma of addiction through cryptic words. I love writing poems since they seem to be like a treasure hunt. Only the worthy shall receive while those otherwise deemed would be thrown down the pits of chaos and confusion. I wonder if anyone will be capable of finding the true meanings even after I give them hints like in my entries.
Maybe I should write a new poem about success. Might be a change from the rather dull and sad stuff I usually write. Change is good. It is the only constant thing in the universe after all. The only thing that is proof that life is not a dream but a reality. Constant change which occurs with each and every passing second.
Back to the topic at hand, it’s really sad that people these days do not really understand literature as in earlier times. Maybe that is why we have such a great decline in literary masterpieces. When you look back, Literature flourished after the English Renaissance to wither out later after the Georgian era.
It is both sad and unfortunate. We have the freedom of thought but no longer do we possess thought for it to actually make any difference in the world. Of course, I don’t dislike the books written in the modern world. I actually adore the Harry Potter franchise. However, how will the books fare compared to the works of Shakespeare, Dickens, Shelly, Frost and the likes?
Harry Potter fans may even call me a muggle. Someone who doesn’t or wishes not to believe in magic but that’s not true. I believe and wish for a world filled with magic. Every night I dream of escaping into a magical world. However, reality is not so generous. When I see the fans writing up fan fictions, molding the characters to appease their own crooked fantasies, I’ve wept for the real deal many a times.
But that might just be the difference between an actual masterpiece and just another story. The stories of the great legends are seldom touched or sullied by fans living out their fantasy worlds. Why? Maybe because their language far exceeds the comprehension of your everyday reader. Or maybe because they’re just so perfect that there is no room for improvement or even change.
Yes, if I were to write a story, I’d be wishing to do it that way. It is unfortunate however that I do not possess the talent or capabilities required for such a great feat. I am but an average lowly human living a meaningless life, in hopes for a better tomorrow.
