I am not concerned with purism in literature – some belated adherence to certain literary traditions. But I am concerned with how my literature shapes my affinity with the real and long denied existence of suffering – personal suffering to be precise. I understand that a moving human testimony written in fictional terms may or may not be a literary masterpiece – and I am not intent on the blog being such. It is but a chronicle of my self-conscious point of view, which I deem essential for the eventual collective criticism of historical realities.
There are great myriad of reality-definitions constructed to keep us all attuned to this post-modern sophistication purported by western trends; nonetheless, these require a great deal of self-exorcism at an individual level being perceived as an authorial generalization.
This blog is that pure individual interface with existence which is created within collectivized kin spirits and travelers within the dream of life. I mean besides, all good literature must co-exist with bad literature. The irrationality of my writing stands for the stamp of its origin – an inner light when the soul was sun-less. It is a chronicle of a mystical encounter with reality as experienced in a vast collection of moments.
“We shall not trample on the right of an artist to express nothing but his personal experiences and self observations while disregarding all that occurs in the rest of the world.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
Divine Dichotomy. The balance of us all
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ReplyDelete'I have never yet met a writer who, faced at last with that rare being, a real critic, doesn’t lose all paranoia and become gratefully attentive — he has found what he thinks he needs. But what he, the writer, is asking is impossible. Why should he expect this extraordinary being, the perfect critic (who does occasionally exist), why should there be anyone else who comprehends what he is trying to do? After all, there is only one person spinning that particular cocoon, only one person whose business it is to spin it.
ReplyDeleteIt is not possible for reviewers and critics to provide what they purport to provide — and for which writers so ridiculously and childishly yearn.' Doris Lessing