I know I have a problem with things I should just let go of and I know I keep harping on this one issue. On my writing site, I posted a story in "Dada" form and it was not well recieved. Some writers even accused me of making fun of the site and considered it a blasphemous attack on people who were striving to be writers. I started writing Dada in high school after reading John Lennon's two books from 1964 and 5. I even explained that in my post, but it wasn't accepted. It so happens that my best friend is an English professor in Istanbul. I sent my work to him and he thought it was hilarious. I wanted to share part of that letter: On the first point: I would tend to imagine so. If you haven't changed your perspective and intent with writing in that fashion, probably pretty good. The underpinning is devolution of meaning. It is anti-art as art. An overturning of the accepted. It is pre-surrealistic and crude, tripped-out, irrational and utterly bizaarre. It would be accurate to call it anti-art. The inherent contradiction is that an anti-art form it highly artistic and highly creative. It is an aesthetic of rejection of aesthetic form and formality. Dada was the art form from which surrealism was formed; cubism was a parallel phenomenon. It also fed into the Absurdist movement, which could also be a classification that you can handily use for that sort of art/writing. Think of Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa. Both of them have been generally classified as Dadaist or Absurdist. He goes on a little bit with some personal shit and this is how he closes the letter. I love this guy. When you have so-called wordsmiths who get offended because they do not understand what you are doing, or perhaps why you are doing it, you should take it in stride because they are confused by what that is. For one thing, they betray an utter lack of a sense of humor. We should ask ourselves, which has a sense of humor: arts or crafts? Obviously, crafts. Art is very humorous. Dante and Shakespeare knew this. What greater writers are there than those two? So, ask yourself if they are artists or craftsmen? Craftsmen, obviously. Tell them you're a bleeding artist. I'd put the lyrics to "Debra Cadabra" or "The Man with the Woman Face" on there and give credit where it is due to Captain Beefheart. And tell them they can blow me when they finish blowing you. Now that is my kind of English professor. Anyone intersted in reading my post can just PM me and I'll send it to you. It's not that long. If it sucks, don't tell me. My ego bruises easily. :sad5: If I'm driving anyone nuts by constantly mentioning this, I apologize, but writing is my only real passion anymore and sometimes I need to go nuts.
Well, I'd rather hear it from someone here instead of one of those anal retentive neophytes. By the way Wawona. I dig that avatar.
thanks! i had the other one from day one.....i don't feel right with this one, but it was time for a change.
Wa....love the new avi!! Shadow...well when you love to do something which is writing for you then I can see where you would be more sensitive to negative comments as you stated it is your passion. Why let what others think upset you......as long as YOU like what you wrote that is all that matters. I know so does making a good grade but understand some professors and teachers can be a real pain in the ass. They usually base it on their opinion and or the style they like in writing....same with art or any subject. I love to paint and art would be my passion. Had one teacher always pushing oil painting on me which I do not like. I had to complete the project and got thru it but never touched oil paints after. LOL I prefer acrylic, love water colors and ink and so on. I think had the teacher made it more fun then work...yah I would have possibly enjoyed oil painting. Nothing in life is fun when a person makes it all work is what I am saying. Stay true to YOU......take constructive criticism and just move on. Someone will share your style....everyone likes different things is all.
The professor loved it. He's a life-long friend and if you ask for the truth you get it from him. I didn't let them know they got to me. I just took the post down and went from there. Thanks for the encouraging words. I like that about you!
If an English professor in Constantinople says it's reminisce of Frank Zappa and/or Capt. Beefheart, I think an excerpt is called for here.......
I'd like I'd like to read that if you could maybe post it or send it my way. Sounds interesting. Im just starting to read books again. Not sure how you writers rate Steven king or the like but i've decided to start my rebellion against Cable television there. SOOO! that being said send her my way and i'd like to beat my brain against it.
I'll give you a little taste. It's not a song, but it is truly off the wall! :new_shocked: Not far away in a magical driveway, stood a shimmering elder and his weak driver, Monte, who shipped too, but in a opposite dedication. “I wonder how long it would take to ward off that car!” He answered to Monte who knew what to say. He shoved his shoulders with all his mites and said. “I bet you!” The real Elder (not Sam) responded, “Your,” as Monte noted with no clue at all. Some say they died to death, but I think they went backside in. It was only 1720 and there wouldn’t even be cars for four years.
