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Virginia Woolf – Literary Genius – Best Ever

Virginia Woolf – Literary Genius – Best Ever

Growing up among Southern Baptists in Florida, Virginia’s writing style was unlike other authors I had been exposed to in my youth. Taking English honors classes in high school, I enjoyed reading the classics and writing essays on famous works of fiction. Woolf fiction had a free-flow style that broke all the rules. I would have loved to have been taught about her life and writing accomplishments in an academic setting. However, she didn’t make the literary lists given to me by my teachers.

It was up to me to discover the best writer in history, on my own.

I started reading Woolf journals and books of letters in my early twenties. Her books explored her life during the early 1900s. As an avid journal-keeper and a lover of hand-written letters, I was hooked on her non-fiction. I felt she spoke directly to me as her words continuously drew me into her world.

In high school, I read Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mocking Bird and J. D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. Both are amazing books, written by exceptional writers. Yet, they didn’t capture the creative mind of a woman in a way that was relatable to me. Perhaps I was too young and naïve in high school to have fully appreciated the literary genius that Woolf is. Her words may have frustrated me as Shakespeare did. I loved the romantic language of Shakespeare but at the time, I wanted more direct language. I loved poetry but I had not been in love, so I was unfamiliar with that high feeling which transcends the reader in both of these writer’s works.

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Woolf fiction was hard for me to follow. Her stream of consciousness writes like a song. If one wanted to fully grasp the essence of Virginia, they must read all of her works. Her letters paint a picture of her daily life and how she expressed herself to her friends and family. Her journals share of her longings, her duties in writing, and the Hogarth Press. Her fiction books were the product of her creative intelligence, presenting her imagination to the world. She was a complex woman, revealing many sides of her personality through her writing.

Mrs. Dalloway became a household name with the release of the film The Hours, in 2002.

The first line in the book, Mrs. Dalloway, continues to inspire me.

“Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.”

As a writer, I struggle with writing the first chapter of a book. Well, it’s not the writing part I struggle with the most, it’s the compulsion to re-write that first chapter that plagues me. That first paragraph has to draw the reader in. This first sentence in Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway brings me into her world. She doesn’t fill it with fluff by letting me know about her lifestyle, her family dynamics, or what her house looks like. She goes right into the present moment, as she does so well with her writing style.

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To the Lighthouse gives us a glimpse into the lives of men and women in a way that women were rarely seen in the early 1900s. The viewpoints of women by men, told by an accomplished writer such as Woolf, allows us to feel what it was like.

“We might all sit down and cry, she felt. But she did not know what for.”

How real and vulnerable of a statement! She doesn’t feel a need to explain any further and so we are left with this wondering.

“But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible.”

Writers cannot always paint scenes with their words like Virginia could. This long, run-on sentence with so many commas brings me right there into the light with the flowers and the trees. I can feel the mood she is describing.

A Room of One’s Own continues with her free-flow writing style. This book was based on two papers she wrote. They were quite too long to read in full at the Arts Society and were turned into a book. I relate to this whole concept, as I struggle with condensing my writing, wanting to get all of my thoughts onto the page.

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

What I find funny about this statement is she talks about a particular meal that she was served for two whole pages. The boring, clear soup that has nothing fancy to stir in it. Beef, potatoes, and greens sound wonderful to me but she was dissatisfied with the ordinary style of which it was served. Then she mentions prunes for after dinner. Prunes are no delicacy. I get it!

She seems to write every thought in her head about the mundane moments of her life in a way that gives me solace. I am not alone in this world. My innermost thoughts are not especially unique. We all ruminate on the little details. We all want more. We all critique ourselves and others too much.

She published 11 books in her lifetime, which was not an easy task for someone with mental health issues. She continued pursuing creative projects up until she died at the age of 59. Virginia committed suicide by putting rocks in the pockets of her coat, drowning in the River Ouse. This ended her writing career abruptly, forever closing all remaining chapters of her life. I will never fully know the Virginia that has continuously intrigued me my whole adult life, but she will remain my muse, my hero, and my inspiration.

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Stephen King Left Facebook And I Don’t Know What To Do About It – Op-Ed Piece

Stephen King Left Facebook And I Don’t Know What To Do About It – Op-Ed Piece

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Have you heard, your favorite author left Facebook?

“But Stephen King is not my favorite!”

Way to miss the point, wise guy.

One of the most prolific writers of our time, the modern Poe, the creator of It and Carrie, and the guy who wrote 400 pages to a book for backstory purposes, left one of the biggest social media platforms out there.

Why does this matter you ask?

You don’t read the man, so who cares?

Stephen King is one of the few writers that has authority in the literary world today.

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Guys like me, study him to learn, and I am not talking only about writing here, but his business approach too.

How does his website look?

What book conventions does he attend?

How does he get book reviews?

What is his profile picture?

What does his book look like?

What does he name his book?

What magazines interview him about his new book?

What are stops he makes when he goes on his book tour?

Basically, how does he conduct himself as a professional writer?

And remember, this isn’t even going into detail about his actual writing style.

How he feels about adjectives and descriptions.

And how he overcomes writer’s block.

Facebook, the thing that King left like a bad relationship, is well… Facebook.

You are reading this online, so I assume you have some idea of this site.

If you do, don’t forget to share this post on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Thanks.

(There is nothing like a shameless plug as I make my case)

The social media giant is one of the major platforms in the social media revolution we are living through, where public information of individuals is put online for others to read, comment, and share.

What was once the physical address for the 19th-century person, is now a social media profile for a modern person.

You used to send someone a letter, now you DM them.

We have gone so far here, that anyone who says they are not on social media feels unique— like that one person at a party who knows the trivia question.

I don’t know what the currency is in Nigeria. Don’t bother repeating the question.

Like a bear to salmon, we go wherever the food lives.

Stephen King said no to something many accept and too many can’t live without.

Can you imagine if Charles Dickens would have stopped receiving mail back in his day?

It would cause a stir since his work was a part of the fabric of his time.

Now to be fair, King could probably get off of all social media and still sell a ton of books.

He is a name that many know.

Even those who don’t read him have heard of him.

Personally, I like to bring up fun facts about the guy when he is brought up, or when someone is watching The Shawshank Redemption.

· He wrote under the pen name Richard Bachman for a while when his career started out.

· He wrote that movie that is often considered as one of the greatest ever made. I mean, he wrote the book. Also Red is an Irish guy in the book, not a black guy.

· He has a hands-off policy with his books being adapted into films. He doesn’t intervene.

I was about to create a Facebook page for myself after I created my Twitter page.

I told the other bloggers on the site to get one as well since I thought it would help the blog.

But then King tweeted his departure.

It was as if I was a passenger about to get on the Titanic after beating Leonardo DiCaprio in cards, when someone pulled me over to tell me the truth about the ship.

The unsinkable ship, as they call it.

It isn’t what they tell you.”

And get this, he was one of the boat’s engineers.

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Ploughshares – Literary Magazine

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“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” — J.D. Salinger

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Ploughshares – Literary Magazine

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About Them – (according to them)

Ploughshares has published quality literature since 1971. Our award-winning literary journal is published four times a year; our lively literary blog publishes new writing daily. Since 1989, we have been based at Emerson College in downtown Boston.

Ploughshares publishes issues four times a year. Two of these issues are guest-edited by different, prominent authors. The other two issues are edited by our staff editors, one a mix of poetry and prose and the other long-form prose.

I like that they let different prominent authors guest edit two issues a year. That is a unique way to run a publication. Most are running around trying to get whatever pieces they can together before the deadline, so even trying such an act shows that the regular staff most know what they are doing. Now, there are two sides to that experimental coin. It’s great that they allow a big name in literature to say what the issue should be like. The author’s popularity helps the publication, and the writers, I am sure, have some insight into the process. However, the guest editor method also hurts the consistency of the magazine, in my opinion. Half of the magazine is edited by guest editors. You can never get one after another of the staff writing pieces you are familiar with because of the guest editor buts in half the time.

It’s like a band can’t get a consistent sound if they keep changing producers. Take that as you want. I compliment the magazine for even trying this. I like when my magazine has consistent writers, and the guest editors are either on the staff or out. I don’t care much for mercenaries since they always have their own agenda that may not conform to the larger goal of the art. But what do I know? I am giving you a profile of this great journal on this unknown blog that doesn’t have guest editors, and I am fairly certain they are not mentioning us on their blog.

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Does A Writer Own Their Own Words? – Op-Ed Piece

I hope that you had an excellent new year.

This is an op-ed piece you may like.

The theme for this month will be New Years’. (This piece has nothing to do with that)

If you want to read past themes, you should go here.

We are going to start to have a link to a certain book in each post.

I know that when I am on Amazon, my order only needs a few more dollars to get free shipping, so I thought it would be nice to include those types of books for you here.

These are not the bestsellers, more like deals for those of you with a few bucks on that order of yours.

We will also be starting a monthly book giveaway, so keep an eye out for that.

Author – F. Scott Fitzgerald

For 9 bucks you can get arguably the greatest book ever. That is a pretty good deal if I need to add that amount to my Amazon order.

Does A Writer Own Their Own Words? – Op-Ed Piece

What would you pay for your favorite piece of art? Assuming that you could afford it, what would that piece even be? Are you a historian and want to get a statue of the greek boxer, maybe one of Aphrodite in all her beauty? Perhaps you are a sports fan and want a piece of Ruth’s bat or Jordan’s game-worn jersey. Maybe you like music and want to get your hands on an original sheet written by Mozart or Page’s infamous guitar? If you are like me, you want to get a famous book. One that I have multiple copies of, but that is a more valuable edition. Or I would get a piece by an author that I like.

Whatever you wish to be the thing that visitors see when they enter your house, if you are like most people, you have thought of this fun question before. It’s like when people ask what they would do if they won the lottery. Not the small lottery either. I am talking about the 600 million dollar prize lottery. What sports team would you own? What would you have in your house? What business would you start, or just buy? Will you ever win that lottery? No. But it is fun to contemplate as we watch commercials selling us insurance and check our Facebook status. You will probably never be in the situation to purchase that special piece of art that you love so much, that inspires you in ways that you may not even fully understand, but don’t worry, most of us won’t. We all have to live with a small replica of the Thinker statue. We have to buy a Jordan jersey that isn’t from a game. We will have to play on our Gibson guitars. I will have to buy a Bukowski book that is not the first edition. Plus, that is not the point of art anyway.

Art is apart of who we are as people. Like breathing the gas-filled air to fill our lungs, and eating calories to get ourselves energy to work through our 8 hour days, and interacting with our brethren to move forward in our lives (sometimes quite literally), art is inside of us, as much as it is outside. (If that makes sense) From the cavemen who drew on the caves (and to that one guy who thought that books were a good idea) to the modern manga artists who draw female characters of generous proportions, We express our strange, fascinating selves through art of many mediums that I am sure you are familiar with. We laugh at the chaos we can’t solve. We cry at the sadness we can’t control. We think over the problems we have a chance to crack. We like to reflect on our emotions and experiences so that we can better understand the world and ourselves. I don’t know about you, but this world can get pretty confusing sometimes, throwing more at me than a wide receiver; that I am unclear on what to make of it all.

I don’t know which way to go to work. (Should I take the main roads or the highway?) Where did I leave my car keys (Was it in my jacket or my drawer, or somewhere else)? What day of the week is it? (It feels like Tuesday, but it could be a Thursday) ;

And that is not even getting to the big questions we all have when we are sitting on the toilet or taking a shower. They are the questions that philosophers spend time to think about more than you or I do. I know that you are a long sitter, and you take your time cleaning, but that doesn’t compare to those guys. When you’re asking what you should watch on Netflix, the philosopher asks if Netflix is even real. What are you doing with your life if the images on the screen are made before you view them? Why are you so enamored with watching certain videos? (Hey, I told you that we couldn’t compete with those philosophers) These questions can hurt our brains so much that, like Homer Simpson’s brain, after Homer makes a wrong decision, it decides to leave for the day. All that thinking, and what do we have to show for it? Nothing! Doh! A common question those pesky brains ponder is; what I am even doing here. Is there a place I can go to learn more about that? Do any of you know of any book recommendations? I checked Amazon and Goodreads, and it’s so strange, but there is not a list called “Books That Help Greg Answer What He Is Doing Here” I, like many others, experience confusion about my place, pain in my soul, jubilation in my triumphs, and other life moments that shape me, and that all makes it more confusing. Should I listen to your advice? (Even though it kind of sucks) Should I do what I want to do? (Even though that also kind of sucks) How come I feel this way? (Is this right or wrong that I am doing this?) The ever-changing vast world and our limited selves are the main parts of our lives, and boy, do they give us plenty to think about. Thank god for art that allows us to answer some of these questions, or at least try to.

Naturally, some of this art, is better than others; I don’t think I have to explain why here. Every parent out there knows what I am talking about. There is that one kid who draws the sun and a stick figure, and the other kid who drew a self-portrait and utilized the lighting of the colors to bring attention to the beard he doesn’t have. This is good art, (you know that stuff that you would buy), is seen by more eager eyes, heard by more engaged ears, and read by more becoming brains. We like this art, so we don’t just stick it on the refrigerator.

Now the major question (that I am sure those philosophers thought of already); what the heck do we do with it? (The art, not the philosophers) Is it okay for someone to take all of the good art and keep it for themselves? Like one of those dragons that hoard all of the gold? You can have a whole gallery of all of Picasso that no one but you can see when you wake up in the morning. I mean, that’s a big ego trip, and I won’t like you if you did that, and it is pretty selfish of you to do, but is it okay to do? (If you could, I mean) Being selfish isn’t always bad. The kid who studies all night and doesn’t see their friends is selfish because they want to pass the test. The athlete who goes to the gym to get jacked is selfish because they want to get more muscles. Parents who hire a baby sitter are selfish because they don’t want to spend time with their kids. All of these are acts that people do with themselves in mind, aka selfish. But that doesn’t mean any of them are bad. But let’s get back to you in your morning robe and cup of coffee as you stroll through your gallery of Picasso. You think to yourself how the artist was so versatile that it is a beauty you get to see this. You paid for this art fair and square, and now you get to observe the genius artist as you have a good cup of joe. Is that okay? No. At a certain point, art is not for the artist that delved hours of their life into it or any one individual who paid enormous fees to claim a stake, but for the world to embrace it. The art is so valuable that no one man or woman should ever really own it.

Basically, what I am trying to say is that Indiana Jones was right. It belongs in a museum. It should be taught to children and shared among each of us. This is all of ours. Not one person. Or one country. Or one entity. This is a work of a genius who was a human being and who, while here, gave us a timeless item that we can all have, and we can all benefit from this being shared among us.

Is this fair to the artist? Eh… Probably not. The artist gets screwed here. For most of the items I learned of, the artist was long dead and had no real say in their art.

It is a catch-22. For the artist to be loved by many, the artist must give the world his art, thereby not allowing the very art he loves to never truly be his own.

At what point is the Venus de Milo not really its owner? When are Ruth’s bats not his own? When are Frost’s books not actually his? These things get shared, passed around family members, discussed at tables, and analyzed by the critics, so much that the artist can’t help but feel that their works are not theirs alone.

The other day I heard on the radio of an item by a famous musician going up for a bid. The item and auction are irrelevant, really. What matters more is the significance it holds with us. I then got to thinking of what I would want to have at an auction like that.

  • A third new-found book by Homer?

  • An original edition of Shakespeare?

  • A new unread poem by Frost?

All are things that I would gladly pay through the roof to own. I’d probably have to sell that roof and my house, and my whole wardrobe, and my car, but I would have a new poem by Frost, so it would be all worth it.

Do you see my problem with the original proposal? I assumed I owned the piece of art. I don’t, even though, yeah, I have a piece of paper that says I own it. That classic book, or first edition, or original poem, or whatever it is, is the world’s to own. It is not meant for my eyes only. I guess you can say that in terms of art, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

This is not a fun pill to swallow as a writer. I am basically admitting that I will eventually sell my work to the world, whether I like it or not. I may not make any money at that point, heck, I may even be dead, but no matter how many words a writer writes, he or she has to realize that their production is not theirs alone.

Let’s take this from what you are reading right now. As soon as this is published, I am not sure that I really own this. Yes, I wrote this; I am the mind behind this piece. But as a reader, you can make of this anything you want to, really. You can take a few lines and only remember them. You can quote this in your own piece, as I did with other arts here. You can continue my thought process here and elaborate on what I wrote. You can analyze this and explain why I am wrong here. I can control what I write, but I can’t control how you process it.

You see this on social media all the time. Articles are written, and people go with the article wherever they want to go with it. Some praise it. Some hate it. Others mock it all together. In some cases, the article is made into something different from its original message, and the artist is left there having to take it all in, helpless from the masses’ opinion outweighing their own.

Tough shit, artists. That is the risk you take as an artist. When you opened up that word document, when you dipped the paintbrush, when you put on the jersey, you signed up for the possibility that people may take your art in any direction that they want. The best that you can do is hope that one day, someone wishes to buy a book you never published or some notes that you wrote a draft on. Then again, if the other artists are any indication, you’ll be long dead by then anyway.

I just want to remind you about the book giveaway that this blog will start soon and that we will be continuing to write themed pieces for January.

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Stumptown Coffee Roasters – Coffee Shop

We are going to feature some coffee shops for you to check out. Writers live on coffee so this only made sense to us. If you ever go to any of these places let us know.

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“‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’” — E.B. White

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Stumptown Coffee Roasters – Coffee Shop

20 W 29th St., between Broadway and 5th Ave

Here is the site for the NY location

Surround yourself with the remarkable cast of real-life characters who regularly visit Stumptown in the lobby of the Ace Hotel. It’s great cause I always need a few characters for my next book, so I like to take from an interesting person that I meet, since that can easily get me a few more chapters for my work-in-progress. Oh, I mean, I like talking to the characters there, too. Add abundant seating, and USB-equipped tables to that mixture and you’ll be powered up both electronically and creatively all day long. Abundant seating is something that I can’t have enough of, yes, I am the type of guy who likes to put his feet up when I am typing up my blog. It’s relaxing and rude, but I love it. Having USB-equipped tables change everything because what I am going to do if my laptop dies? Write my words in a notebook by pen? That’s madness. Oh, wait. I probably shouldn’t be the guy who says that.

Don’t be an asshole and be at the door at 6:45 AM demanding that they open it for you because you are so busy with your life. That is not cool, dude. Don’t be that guy.

Here is an item that you may like.

This organic blend has been a hometown favorite since day one. It’s got the complexity to pour a great espresso yet the versatility to serve as your daily cup of drip.

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This has been a favorite since day one, so you know that it is good, and not some weird item that they are promoting because they found some in the back of the store, and needed to get rid of it.

I can imagine that this is one of the flavors that the veterans of this place point out to the new workers. “Yeah, that is Holler Mountain. It is a big seller, so pay attention to it. People love that stuff.”

Now for the question that matters, the only reason that you are reading this post, what would we get, as we ramble on about book theories and complain about modern writers? We’d go with the French Roast. We personally like that flavor, and we know that Stumptown knows how to do it right. Although we get a weird urge take over Europe when we drink too much of it.

Now, since I have had too many cups of coffee, I might as well ask, “How much French is too much?” If we order in french a french roast with french vanilla creamer while reading french poetry, is that too much? Probably. As long as we get the right roast we are good.

The site says that their French Roast is “big and smoky, and never burnt” That is actually the same thing that women have said about me after our first date. Yeah, I don’t get it either.

Click here to check out the flavor we’d get.

Now, we were about to end this post and get on with our day. When we found that Stumptown has a special coffee mug with a frog on it.

If this doesn’t make you like this place, then you never will. Then this place is not for you. Because a frog playing a guitar should be enough to convince anyone to like this place. Also, this looks like the cover to a children’s book. Like the frog goes around and plays the guitar to everyone in his swamp for whatever reason would make sense to a kid that is reading it.

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Are Classic Writers Better Than Modern Writers? – Op-Ed Piece

  • Greg Luti
  • Aug 4, 2021
  • 14 min read

We got a writing tip today, and a question about classic writers

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Think of Shakespeare’s line, “To be or not to be?” famous for its brevity and the way it quickly describes a character’s toiling over their own life. Then think of all those times you parody that line. “To eat or not to eat?” “To work or not to work?” “To cut across two lanes of traffic to get off that exit to get home quicker, or not t cut across two lanes of traffic to get home quicker?” (See how simple sentences are best at times.) There is a time and place for bigger words and denser text, but you can get story points across in simple sentences and language. Try using succinct language when writing, so that every word and sentence has a clear purpose. Also keep in mind that the larger the words you use, the more likely that your audience may not know those words. It can happen, is all I am saying.

Are Classic Writers Better Than Modern Writers? – Op-Ed Piece

If there is one thing that seems to make readers of this blog and any blog, happy it’s the notion that this blog of literary memes and op-ed pieces actually talks about books. I mean, sure, sometimes we go on a rant or two about a sitcom or a popular character from a show, but that is only with our writing hats on. We, bloggers here, rarely ever look at something without the writer’s mentality in mind. That is a mindset that we try to get rid of and throw in the trash, for even we get tired of it after a while. Sometimes we even try to recycle it (we’re sure there is a garbage bin around the office for that stuff), but then we just turn that digression into a short story about a merchant who can’t die and call it a night.

Whenever someone, whether it is on Facebook, Twitter, or that random stranger on the street, hears us talking of books, they jump up and down in joy as if they won the gold medal. I am worried for some of you too. Don’t jump too much, dude; you are going to pull a muscle. Our blog’s news dedicated to the written word is like I gave them a check for something. I didn’t, though. Sorry, I know. I wish I was giving out checks to everyone too. (I could become like Publisher’s Clearing House and have people think I give out checks, but I don’t really. What? Am I the only one who thinks that is a scam? Eh, anyway) There is one strange thing about mentioning books to that stranger online or in person; people seem to like a certain kind of book. They are ecstatic over what they perceive to be the blog giving them a selection of books that they themselves like. No, I am not talking about genre or even a theme here, but a time period that the books were written.

Readers seem to like classic writers more than modern writers. Why?

Let’s first define what we are talking about when we say classic. Classic is a pain in the ass word since what is great today is a classic tomorrow, so in order for you to know the classics, you also need to know the recent stuff since that becomes a classic over time. Then you have layers to the classics, which just makes it more confusing. (We end up having the old classics, the modern classics, the old modern classics, the modern old classics, and the classics that you didn’t realize were classics. All so we can identify the stuff that we actually like and prefer to read in our spare time during lunch or after work.) Classic rock did this when they decided one day that bands like Nirvana and Green Day, who were not considered rock when they first came on the scene (they were grunge and alternative), were converted to classic rock. They weren’t rock when I was growing up with teen spirit and a basketcase, but now they are. And the DJs are still baffled by their inclusion as if they don’t know that the list of classic rock, like any classic list, will evolve to add more classic stuff.

“And next on our playlist, we will play another classic rock song, Basketcase by Greenday.” The DJ says to his audience. “Boy, I can’t believe that is a classic rock song. I remember first hearing that song and being blown away by the first lines.”

Let’s keep in mind that when we are discussing anything like a classic, the category of a classic is subjective.

For this article, when I am discussing the modern classic writer, I mean someone who wrote novels between the 1800s to the mid-1950s. I choose this era for reasons that are to become clear. I am not talking classics like Plato and his dialogues or Homer and his epics. No one seems that impressed by those guys. Even when I bought a collection of Plato from Barnes and Noble, the cashier looked at me confused as if she was surprised I found the book, and then I bought it. Like I didn’t know there were other books in the store. We all like to talk indirectly about these ancient classics but not them specifically. We enjoy talking about the Oedipus Complex, especially since we all seem very interested in the attraction of an older woman, or we will watch movies that are inspired by the Allegory Of The Cave and don’t even take place in a cave. But we rarely bring up the original texts themselves. For this argument, I am not including those writers. Yes, even my guy Homer is not to be mentioned here. I know; I already feel like this article is a lost cause. I have accomplished my writing task of mentioning Homer for no apparent reason, though, so this article still has a chance.

Note: No, I am not going to give you a random fact about Homer’s stories here. Normally I would, but I won’t. Sorry, this piece is about modern classics, so I will keep my promise not to bring up Homer.

Although maybe Homer is a modern classic writer. You know there was a reprint of his books during the years 1800-1950, so that could still qualify him as one, right? Yeah, and The Beatles are a 2000’s band for releasing their Number One’s album in that year.

The modern classic novelist is who I am talking about here. And that author, from the 19th century to the middle of the 19th, is doing great with the readers. Their books are still very much of the public consciousness. We love those guys and girls, and we can’t get enough of their books. Bookstores have caught on to this, too, because they now have multiple versions of the same author’s stories. You can buy three different books featuring Hemingway’s A Clean Well-Lighted Place because we can’t get enough of writers like him.

I am asking here, why? Why is it that when I mention books, people instantly think I am talking about a classic novelist and even a book that they read? No one ever assumes that I am going over the modern bestsellers and the publishing industry’s direction. In fact, some of them may be disappointed if that was what I did. They suggest that I examine the books of a different time, as something they would prefer.

Perhaps this whole train of thought is not as much of a problem as I deem it. Perhaps this is very easy to answer, as a test with a cheat sheet. The writers back then were, to put bluntly, better. They knew more words and had a more profound vocabulary. They wrote more stories with more interesting characters. They were simply better at the craft of writing. Writing is a form of art, like that of singing or painting, and these certain individuals may have had more of a knack for it than others. Over time the readers have acknowledged and accepted this, so when the field is discussed, many assume we are talking of the best, who all just so happen to be from the same time period.

You can make the same case for the Renaissance artists being more well-liked than artists of other ages for no other reason than they had more talent. Sure modern art with Picasso and Warhol are nice and all. (I like how diverse Picasso was with all of his work. Each piece felt like something different. Personally, I was never impressed by the Campbell Soup guy, and I am still not impressed by those of that era. Comparing the David to a painting of Marilyn Monroe seems wrong) When we think of art, we think of Michaelangelo’s Sistine Chapel that depicts the story of Genesis, or DaVinci’s Mona Lisa, with its mysterious figure that some say make her feel alive. Those guys were just better at what they were doing than the modern artists. They knew more stuff. They had better tools. This is not to say that the people like Picasso or Warhol don’t hold a special place in our hearts for the contribution to the field, but it does mean that when a person has to identify what a painting looks like, they don’t instantly think of modern art, but of a Renaissance painting.

Could this really be the case with literature? If it is, then we all have to decide on how a society with less information produced people capable of being better storytellers and writers. What did they do right in order to produce this effect on so many of us? With the growth of technology in the world, then we should be in a Golden Age of stories, as many writers have better materials available to them than writers of the past. We should be drowning with all the all-time great authors we produce, but we aren’t. (Or at least, no one thinks we are) So what gives?

People like Poe, with his horrors, more than the current bestseller. More people read Austen, and her lovers, than a recent release. Readers are more than happy to spend time with Dickens and his down and out heroes than a recommended book. Is the modern writer, with their laptop and the internet, really inferior in their skill than those who used nothing more than a typewriter and books that they researched? I thought we were all reading more. I thought modern humans were smarter than our predecessors? How can we claim to be more advanced yet not capable of producing better storytellers than those of our past?

One interesting note with this is Moby Dick, written by Herman Melville, whom I have mentioned before here. Would it be written of in the same fashion if he wrote it today? I don’t know. I’m not sure how many readers would be happy to read an encyclopedic novel about a man trying to kill a whale. Then again, the book wasn’t a hit in Melville’s lifetime, so maybe this is a bad example. I still say that because Melville lived when he did, that is why he wrote the book the way it was. There was no Internet then. No Wikipedia. No Sparknotes. So the classic writer did the only reasonable thing; by making his own version of the internet in the book. At the time, that is not what Melville would have said he was doing, but as time went by and the internet was invented, we learned of the genius of the whole book. He wrote it so that you, or anyone, could pick up the novel and understand all that you needed to know about the whaling world and the characters involved without referring to another book.

I don’t know if I buy the idea that the modern world is too much for a modern writer. Yeah, I know I already wrote of the internet destroying literature, but this is different. How many of us think that the world is too fast? We are all doing so much, going from place to place at such a speed that ludicrous speed is not fast enough. Not to be that guy, but did any of you ever stop to think who it is that is telling you that the world is faster than ever? A promotion for an item is telling you that the world you live in is more demanding than any before it. How can you not live without this handy item, which just so happens to be something that someone who lives in a demanding world needs? They lied to you. And we all bought it. They created anxiety in us as consumers, so that we bought their product. The idea that the world is too much to keep up with is nothing more than a marketing idea, not a world philosophy that many of us treat it as. We all act like there was a guy like Karl Marx going around talking of the fast world we are in, but that wasn’t the case. This general idea has become accepted over time due to the increased exposure to television and media. You could say that the TV and media had a manifesto in their own right that we all watched and learned. Now we are all convinced that the world is too damn fast for us and that we just can’t keep up. Yeah, right, as we all binge-watch shows and waste time on social media, and do the bare minimum that our boss asks us to do. The world is really demanding, even though we all spend half of our time doing nothing productive. Maybe, just maybe, that idea of the world being fast was a lie.

This is similar to what the cellphone industry did to us all, and we all bought it (literally). You need a cell phone to live. They would tell everyone. Without it, you can’t function in this world. What are you if you don’t have one? Do you not realize how bad this world can be for you if you don’t have a cell phone? And what do we all do? Buy cell phones only to post food pictures and play a mindless mobile game. Still, need that cell phone? Of course, you do, you fool. Cause now you are addicted to it. You can’t live without it, and you are checking it every 15 minutes of the day, and the cell phone industry gave you a self-fulfilling prophecy. They lied about their product being needed for everyone to live. Everyone bought the product to live. The product became something that many can’t live without.

You say that the world is more complicated and crazy than the world that the classic writers lived in. Because that is what you observe, not because there is someone selling you a product and repeating that to you on your TV, cell phone (that you now check every few seconds), and your laptop. I disagree with this idea that the writers had no competition or other fields that wanted to beat them back then—pretending as if the writers of the past didn’t live in a society where people were interested in things other than books in laughable. What, do we think that everyone back then sat in a room and read quietly? I mean, didn’t they have music back then? Songs that everyone sang along to and loved? Oh, they did. That’s funny cause how everyone speaks of the past today; I didn’t know. You say that they had other forms of entertainment then too? Like plays and shows? (Okay, they didn’t have TV, and movies were in their infancy, I’ll give you that) But didn’t they have plays written by Shakespeare, and isn’t he the best playwright ever? So the modern classic writer had to compete with that.

Let’s stop pretending as if guys like Poe, Austen, and Dickens didn’t have things that distracted their audience. They did. Don’t give anyone that much credit. The people back then got as much distracted as we did today. It may not have been with a phone or a laptop, but it was definitely something that kept their attention while they should have been working. As long as stories were being told, the speaker had to deal with the problem of the disinterest in the people. That problem is around today, as it was in the past, and it will never go away. The most difficult problem for a storyteller is to get people to stay around long enough to actually hear or read their tale.

Could modern classic writers be the more well-liked cause that is who we all read growing up and when our endorphins are at their best? Endorphins are the things that our bodies release for pleasure. If we like something, like a song, or a picture, we release them; it’s our body’s way of saying, “I like this.” If we are all exposed to the classic modern writers when our endorphins are at their highest (in our teens), then it is only natural that we think of those people when we think of books. They are the ones that helped us release the most pleasure, so we think that they are the best. That is a possibility, I suppose.

Personally, I think a few things came together (like The Beatles) for this unusual circumstance to even happen.

  • There had to be a place for it to happen. – For the most part, these writers are American and British, and both had their own reason. Britain produced the best writer ever, and they have a rich history of producing great stories. America was a democracy, so that meant that many writers in the nation were free to write whatever they wanted. British writers were drawing on the best that the world could offer, as the American writers had a level of freedom unprecedented for a developed country.

  • There had to have been a large population growth – In 1800, America’s population was 5 million. In 1950, it was 160 million. This means there are more people to read the books, but more importantly, it gives a higher probability that there is a genius among these people, someone who can write a great novel. We end up getting six or seven times as many great writers because we have more people to pick from.

  • There had to have been a technological advancement to help spread the books – The Industrial Revolution certainly helped the writers of that time, in that it gave people more free time, which could be used for entertainment, and that includes books. These writers are a part of the largest growth in the middle class in human history; that certainly helped their appeal.

Does this explain it, though? From 1950 to today, the population has doubled, and we have the internet today, so what is the reason that a certain time period in history produced many of the greatest writers of all time.

One major difference between today and the time period I am talking about may explain the contrast in skill. The novel was new then, so the writers went wherever they wanted to go with it. There were no rules of the novel, like screenplays and poems. Then again, you can say that the self-published book has accomplished this today. So what the hell is going on?

Why do readers like classic writers more than modern writers?

Honestly, I am speculating here. I don’t know why modern readers like classic writers more than modern writers. It could be that those people were better. We associate the classic stories with the release of a chemical we had in abundance as a teenager, or it could be a combination of certain things that happened in that time period. At the end of the day, we just don’t know.

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How the Hell Do We Know Nothing of Homer? – Op-Ed Piece

How The Hell Do We Know Nothing Of Homer? – Op-Ed Piece

As you go through your reading list there are some books you have to know in order to prove that yes, you are literate and reading, and those books are not just for show.

Because some books are not books we are talking about.

They aren’t only a bestseller or a Pulitzer Prize winner.

They define aspects of who we are from the lessons and characters they give our world.

Their words still speak to us after many years, because the story is not only about the words we are reading, but about the world, we currently live in today.

Somehow, past words speak of the present more than the present itself.

One man wrote two of these books, which it should be noted that writing one of these books is hard enough in itself, but writing two is basically unheard of.

One guy somehow created two timeless works of fiction.

He may have been a woman for all we know, or not even real.

His name is Homer and he is responsible for two of the greatest works of fiction of all time:

The Iliad and The Odyssey.

Yet, his autobiography is lacking in detail.

I’m pretty certain his characters spoke more than he did.

You have probably been in that classroom where you were introduced to Homer, in all of five seconds.

You skip over him because we don’t know much about him.

“Historians don’t know if there ever was a man named Homer.”

You’ll find a quote like that at the beginning of his books.

You and everyone else gloss over the fact you know little to nothing of the man you are reading.

Then someone says something about Homer Simpson and you begin the book.

My question isn’t what do we know of him, but how the hell could we know so little?

These aren’t just some books he wrote.

He isn’t just some author.

These are the most influential books ever.

He is one of the best authors of all time.

Homer’s influence on our world is so profound that his works have come to define what we know as classical literature.

You know more of things you probably won’t ever need to know, or that don’t even affect this world.

But you can’t tell me anything about the greatest classical writer ever.

Thinking of the scenario like that, it is mind-boggling he is the world’s first great writer.

My god, it is almost harder for us to not know about him than to know of him.

That’s like when I hear of the confusion behind the building of the pyramids.

Historians, Egyptologists, ancient alien theorists all agree on one thing:

No one knows how the hell they built that crap.

How could we as a species not know significant details to an aspect of our story as humans?

You or me or anyone of us are never expected to feel weird about this ignorance either.

As if it is normal to not know anything of an author that changed our world.

Was there not a guy back then telling people of his work?

“Yeah. So I’m working on this book. It has a horse in it. Everyone will love it.”

We know that Homer is the person attributed to putting all that stuff down.

But that’s like cheating right?

It’s not like he created the stories, he was just the first guy to put them down for large audiences to read.

The first great writer probably didn’t come up with any of the ideas on his own.

Homer was the guy who wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey, according to the Greeks, and later the Romans, so we have to take that into consideration.

He is not a modern creation.

The Greeks and Romans said that Homer wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey and they lived that stuff.

Remember: this is a pre-Christian, pre-Shakespeare world we are talking about. There is no Jesus, no Romeo and Juliet, no Hamlet, only Homer.

Homer’s work was not literature to those people.

They weren’t a story in a class to teach of the ancient world.

They were known by all of the ancient world.

There had to have been a man named Homer who walked the Earth right?

He had to write the world’s first spinoff, The Odyssey, which means he had to have lived.

But like I said, we just don’t know.

When we bring up great works of literature, the name Homer is bound to come up.

As for much else after that about the man? You will hear crickets.

The books will take center stage.

What are we supposed to think of ourselves if we can’t even know for certain if one of our best, earliest writers even existed?

It seems that even after death Homer is still teaching readers lessons.

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Blue Curtain – Short Story

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Blue Curtain – Short Story

A teacher stood at the front of the classroom, reading the words of the classic writer to a room of disinterested students. Of the thirty kids, only about five were listening to the 30 something-year-old overemphasize the works of the dead writer. The acting reject was at the point in the classic story where the hero found himself awake in a new room, and the author was merely describing the scene to the reader. Now there is a caveat to this rather ordinary reading, in that the writer had an unstable personality during their life, and scholars could interpret him better by understanding his use of words. They found that the writer would often describe certain scenes of sadness and depression differently from talking about happiness and joy. Coincidently the production of these scenes was always around a part of the author’s life that had an event of similar nature. When the writer was sad personally, he wrote of sad things in his story, although not obvious to the average reader. When the writer was happy in his personal life, he wrote of joy and goodness. There are theories as to whether the author’s own mind knew of this occurrence or not.

The teacher was taught of this part of the writer’s life when she learned of him in college. She knew this well. In fact, that was one of the aspects of the story that she enjoyed telling others. His stories are not only an examination of his societal critiques or storytelling but of his own journey through life. She has even heard of a group of scholars trying to establish a curriculum around the events of the author’s life with his books. He wrote a book shortly after his son died. He wrote one while he was getting married. Among others, that all could be explained through the lens of a man struggling with his own life, as much as telling a story. The teacher believed that this unique way of approaching a classic writer would intrigue some kids. She was wrong. Kids only view classic authors as dead people they are forced to read for homework.

“You see, when he wrote of blue curtains, that means that he was sad.” She explained the scene.

“We know this because this author always expressed his emotions in subtle ways. Do you all remember that other story we read of him when about the guy at the hotel pool?” No one acknowledged her question. “That had a sunny day, and sunny days to this author meant happiness. He often described his own sadness with items such as dark clothing, like blue or black. So we know that this story was written in a time of the author’s life when he was dealing with a personal loss or hard time.”

A student in the back of the room, who had only listened to half of what was said, called out, “What if the author wrote that the curtains were blue because they were actually blue? I mean, why do we have to think that the guy was really interested in the color of the curtains?”

The teacher always hears this question and is tired of answering it. She can’t stand that the one kid who always asks this question never asks anything else during the school year. Why does this author’s use a certain intrigue a certain kid every time she teaches the book? Perhaps that is a topic for the group she heard of.

Then a hole in the classroom opened up and out walked the author to the blue curtain story. He had heard of the student’s comments on his work. And he didn’t appreciate it.

“Excuse me, child. But who are you to question this woman, this scholar of my words? By questioning her, you question me, and I will not allow it.”

No one in the classroom moved since the dead author, who appeared as he did on the back cover of the book, a young man with quite an impressive beard, walked over to the ignorant student.

“Who are you? I say, who are you, child?” The author commanded the frightened kid.

“Exactly! You are nobody! How dare you question my work and act as if I was going through this half-ass! This book is older than you and will outlive you, you stupid child! Listen to what his woman has to say! You may learn a thing or two.”

The author walked back over to the hole as he looked at the teacher who was hiding behind her desk. “I must teach this kid a lesson.”

He then pulled out a shotgun and, with two shots, emptied out the desk, and the annoying child was no more.

A voice came from the hole, “And we will now continue with the divorce settlements.”

The author, with the shotgun still in hand, shouted. “Goddamnit!” And ran into the hole, which closed behind him.

Many taught of parts of the writer’s life, from when he was hopeful in his youth, to happy at his wedding, to sad in his drunken years, for he wrote great novels from each era of his life during those times. None ever spoke of the dark stories that consisted of violence and gore and were very unlike anything else that the classic author wrote. They were not acceptable to teach in a school for they were not for children. The author wrote these when he was going through his divorce.

In a quiet room sat a man at his desk that had nothing on it but his typewriter. He leaned on his chair as he grabbed his flask reviewing his words. He was done for the night and would finish his story another time.

“What if one day, someone who doesn’t understand me will read these words and not give me my proper credit? You know there is going to be some wiseass who thinks I didn’t put any effort into any of this. That is people for you.” He took a drink from his flask. “I will simply have to go to that time period in the future and teach them a lesson, that is all.” He laughed at the thought. “Yeah, like that could ever happen.”

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A Woman Without a Name | Pens And Words

A Woman Without A Name – Best Ever

This elusive woman slips in-between time and space in Gilead, the new world. Her mother is an activist, a woman’s healthcare practitioner who performs underground abortions. Her husband has to sign the Rx for her birth control pills before she can pick them up from the pharmacy. She lays in their bed, red dress on, while the commander’s wife holds her wrists.

When I watched the first episode, I knew nothing of the premise. I couldn’t tell if the storyline was from a time long ago or the future. The cell phones confused me. Religion played a role, the uniforms they wore, and rules that didn’t make sense. I bought Margaret Atwood’s book after watching the first episode. I couldn’t put it down. From page one, I was drawn into her life in Boston, Gilead, the past, and the unbelievable present.

June lived a life many of us cannot fully comprehend. I read chapter after chapter, feeling knots in my stomach over what she had to endure. I wondered how she carried on. Driven by an unbelievable force, to keep her daughter safe, kept her going. Visions of her past life with Luke painted a scene where she belonged. She was living the life that many of us want before she lost it abruptly when corrupt leaders took over the USA.

Day after day June covered her voluptuous body in white undies that reached her belly button. She pushed her hair back in a white head covering, like the one the Ingles girls wore at bedtime on The Little House on the Prairie. She rubbed butter on her lips and face, as a moisturizer when she was able to procure a dab from the kitchen.

This brazen woman, a prisoner in her life, left the house with her walking buddy, on her daily trips to the market. The highlights of her outings were many. She is allowed to walk by the river to see the wall, viewing and guessing who has been hung and for what crime. Whispering polite conversations to other handmaids, wondering who she can trust to share an ounce of intimacy with. And ultimately passing messages on, to get the word out about freeing the children.

She is kicked. She is tasered. She is locked up. She jumps out of a window. She hides in the back of a plane. She lives in an abandoned warehouse for months. She camouflages herself in the cloak of the commander’s wife. She stared into the eyes of a wolf, daring him to attack her. She gave birth alone, on the living room floor in front of a fire, in a pool of blood. She sneaks into the bedroom, to watch her daughter sleep, as the men-in-black pound on the door, ready to capture her.

This woman, June, who loves her husband with a fierceness, watches Nick buff and shine the family car. Their mouths dare not speak, only their eyes say the words they will soon share. While both of them live a life that is not their own, they share a common thread that draws them into a tangled affair. The punishment for their sin is a public death, meant to be a warning to all others. How can they not share these hot, stolen moments of the flesh? There is no future they can imagine which would give them the freedom to pursue any sort of passion. This coupling shows, all too vividly, how one can intensely love more than one.

Reading chapter after chapter, watching episode after episode, my tears fell as she survived, as she fought, and as she quietly endured. June is a rebel. She is a sarcastic bitch. She is real in a world that demands obedience and silence. She discovers portals where she can be herself, finding a connection in fleeting spans of time. She is a hero of empowerment and feminism.

She is a woman, who was built to be a leader, trapped in a world aimed at taming her.

I felt her hopelessness, as she laid on the floor of her closet, tracing the etchings in the wood. Those words, she repeated like a mantra. The saying is one that she slapped into her master’s face. I saw her rise, from the phrase that ultimately saved her.

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum is a joke of a Latin translation that has been tattooed on the bodies of countless fans of The Handmaid’s Tale.

Don’t let the bastards grind you down!

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There is a modern trope in storytelling where the main character, on their adventure, reflects upon their journey and that they are to become something else entirely by the time they are done with it all. Sometimes there is quite literally a conversation between the main character and someone else about their role in their world, which is kind of weird when you take a step back and view it from a real-world perspective. What is going on over there? Oh, nothing. Just a man talking to another man about how he should be an idea in order to help people. Yeah, nothing strange about that. No one in our world has those types of conversations. Even the very people who you can say became ideas probably never sat down on a bench with a friend to discuss the ramifications of their transformation.

“Hey, what do you want to be today?”

“I was thinking more in the line of administration work or maybe clerical duties. I heard there was an opening for a job with the town you can look into. But yeah, if you want to be an idea. Then go right ahead. I don’t know how that is going to pay the bills, but who I am to judge.”

“I will inspire people when I become an idea.”

“Right… You say that like it is a thing. I am going to apply for the job in the town because I feel like being in a job that pays me is better than what you are trying to do. Good luck with the whole being an idea thing, though. I hope it works out for you.”

Do you know why no one ever talks about becoming an idea? Because most of us regular people have a hard enough finding the plug to our cell phone despite living in the same spot all the time, keeping up with gas prices (and even comparing them to get a better deal), and resisting the urge to have another doughnut, even though our doctor says it is wrong. I am over here struggling with my income, my career, and basically everything in life, but yeah, yeah, go on about how you want to become an idea. That idea wouldn’t happen to include making the parking lot larger for the grocery store down the block because I swear that place keeps growing, and yet the spots are shrinking. I know it is not only me here either because I just spoke to a guy about this very problem. You used to be able to open your door all the way, and you had room to back out of the place, and now you don’t. If you ever meet someone who seriously tells you their life goal is to become an idea, then you should flip some food at them. Perhaps some bread and chips, or if you are feeling frisky, you can throw some chili at the moron. Wait, never mind. That is a waste of food. How about you don’t listen to the weirdo who thinks it is normal to talk about themselves as if they are an idea? You know, the guy who thinks seriously of that is the same guy who talks about himself in the third person, like it is normal. Which it isn’t.

“Oh yeah, Greg is going to write an article today. Greg is then going to find the plug to his phone and not have another doughnut. Greg is going to have a good day.” That is what I say to myself every morning, or it would be if I was a freaking weirdo.

But wait, wait, wait, why are characters going around saying they want to be an idea anyway? That is not right. The first problem I have with the main character stating they want to be an idea one day in their own story is that they are not actually talking about an idea. Yeah, so it is not bad enough that they are out of touch with reality; they are wrong with their direction in it. They are talking about a myth, a legend, or some story that is told about them after they are long gone.

What’s the difference between an idea and a myth? The lightbulb was an idea. The story of George Washington chopping down a tree and then not lying about it is a myth. AI is an idea, one of which I will probably write an article on in the future about the effect that computers can have on writing. The Labors of Hercules are myths, each an individual story of the character. So let’s get that out of the way right now, when a character in a story tells others they want to become an idea, or something larger than themselves, they are really saying they want to become a myth.

For anyone paying attention, becoming a myth is not necessarily something you can control. It is not like becoming a fan of a certain sports team where all you have to do is wear a particular pattern of colors at the arena to be in or joining a specific club where you are allowed in if you can afford the costs. Even if you wanted to be a myth, no one knows how to become one since the very thing is abstract. George Washington’s myth is not about a kid chopping down a tree but the lesson of honesty. Hercules’s Labors are about man’s obstacles and overcoming them. Sure, the stories may seem simple, but they are to teach us something about ourselves. How the hell are you supposed to know, as a main character in a myth, what your role will be in the myth?

Yeah, because that conversation with that weirdo who talks in the third person and only pays for the food they bought wasn’t dumb enough, (I don’t know why I made this person really cheap, but you just know that when the time comes to pay, after all that talk about ideas and being more than themselves, they are only looking at the exact amount for what they ate, and the appetizer is a debate) Anyway, the original conversation of wanting to become an idea wasn’t stupid enough, but now change that to wanting to be a myth, and you know what, throw the food at the guy. Just throw it. People that stupid deserve to have food thrown at them. And the type of food that leaves stains and ruins clothes.

The most glaring problem I have with the character’s approach to their own legacy is the lack of any appreciation for the one individual who will probably be the reason they are remembered; the author. Say what you want of noble heroes and cunning villains, but they are nothing without the talented person telling the audience the story of the tale. A great writer can make or break the legacy of a person seeking a lasting legacy just because they decided to write about them. Did it help that many of the Greek gods were a part of many myths, that they were composed by Homer, one of the best writers of all time? I mean, yeah. If they don’t have the delivery boy to give the message to the people, then there is no message at all. The hero should be on a mission to find a great wordsmith as much as accomplish their task. What happens if they do a great thing, but then there is no writer to record it in a way people like? Tough luck, hero.

A proverb reflects this; “Many heroes lived before Agamemnon…” In other words, one of the chief characters in the tales of Homer was not only helped by his own achievements but by the recording of them by another. Go ahead, Harry, kill Voldemort, but who is going to write about it? Go and save the world Ender, but you better find someone to talk about it. Sure, Sherlock solves those crimes, but you should find a good writer afterward to spread the story of your success.

There is never a moment in the hero’s journey where they acknowledge that they have to get lucky in regards to the storyteller who chose them as the focus of their myth and not some other random person. Also, stories never take into account that the myth of the hero will change over time since the word of mouth and importance of the people will change, making the significance of the myth alter through time. According to the hero, their own greatness within the story they are staring in, their idea, which isn’t even an idea, will be told the same way for many years to come, with no help whatsoever.

I also have another issue with the hero’s quest for an idea in regard to morality. What I mean is that you can’t tell the difference between the hero and the villain if you only associate them through their own myth. Heck, if you are aware of some myths, then it won’t take long for you to name a few of them that are not good and are remembered as warnings as much as the ones where we are meant to be inspired. Think about it like this; the villain character can have the same conversation the hero has at the beginning of the story and not necessarily be wrong in their assessment, which puts an unusual amount of power with evil.

I want to become more than myself. I want to be remembered and change the world. I want to have the world to know my name.

Those are lines that can be said by a villain trying to corrupt the world as much as a hero saving it, and the messed up part about it is that the villain may have a point. They may be able to be one of the spooky things we hear creek during the night, a scary story we tell our children before bed, or a warning of how not to live. Becoming a myth is not a moral subject, and yet the modern story is more than happy to have us believe it as so.

There is an obvious paradox to the whole idea (ha, see what I did there?) If myths, or ideas as they are called in modern stories, can be created either from good or bad, then none of them are really the ultimate hero or villain since the good myths are never good enough to rid of the evil ones, and the evil ones cannot beat the good ones, then does that mean there is one great myth that will come to end it all? Isn’t that the myth that really matters? Isn’t that the character that matters? Even the character in their own story knows of myths that are now a part of our large lexicon of myths, and guess what? There are still other myths being created, but if each myth is just about someone teaching us a lesson for us to take with us, then isn’t there one major lesson in one myth that can trump all the others? (I am not saying I know the myth, but in a world full of myths, we are left to wonder if they are all created equal)

A lot of villains today present themselves as if they are the ones that are correct, for their acts of cruelty and horror are not their own but of a crazy world, one they just so happen to live in. Nobody is really good, as the villain is always quick to point out the hero, so what is the problem with what they are doing? Do you understand how they spin the situation to fit their twisted needs? The modern hero knows the world is bad; some may say he knows it more than the villain, but the hero can still see that the world can be saved. It is not that the world doesn’t understand the villain; it is that the villain is too narrow-minded or disturbed to see the horrors of their own acts. Just because you can inflict pain and harm upon another person doesn’t mean you should.

The hero’s quest is one of the longest literature story models. As long as there have been words to write down, people have written about heroes who can fight the evil in this world. After the burdens of taxes and accounting, heroes, and stories were what people wanted to hear, and why? So we can learn of ourselves and of the world and prove to each other that the good in the world can win, despite the consistent good PR evil obtains from all the terrors inflicted from it. In our understanding of the hero, we have given this hero a little too much knowledge of the story they are in and perhaps taken away one of the things we love about heroes to begin with. The hero doesn’t have to tell everyone they will be a myth (or idea) one day since we know that can happen through their actions. Let’s give the heroes of our modern stories more to do rather than filling each tale with this silly concept of self-awareness.

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