sometimes it's not what you write you,
but most of the time:
it's about how you write about it...
people speak of fashion every sunday
in the newspaper magazines,
people always stress the need for style...
to be frank? yes:
you can write about the most exciting
event in world history,
but then write it like a yawn,
checking for the psychopaths that never
manage to replicate a yawn right
after you yawned, to replicate
a human-togetherness...
but then you can end up writing about
the most absurdly boring events of life,
and write it, like easing out or stressing out
a fart... and everyone's laughing,
but all you managed to do is fry a really
shitty omellete...
the nazis will forever be complimented on
their style, the nazis will become
the "good" guys given their fashion sense...
everyone compliments the uniforms,
so many films about the 2nd world war
have been made, actors seem to be itchy
to wear a nazi uniform...
and that's the truth.
the polish winged hussar uniform
is probably 2nd in the rank of desirable
attire for movies...
but sometimes you can really
make a sloppy pancake from something grand,
because you wrote the event like a yawn...
then you can really make a soufflé from
something miserable, something grey, something
everyday... and then you hear a fart...
everyone laughs, and then engages in
the blame-game... who dun it?
and that's true,
people reach for the top shelves of history,
and think the exciting event will provide them
with an exciting encoding of the end,
it never happens like that,
then sometimes think that the most
enduring, most modest, most boring acts in
life will never becoming epics of script,
and that's where they're wrong...
it doesn't take a war to excite the writing,
sometimes, the most mundane of all possible
aretefacts of people tattooing the earth with
an imprint, can become the most soul-devestating
to adrenaline-junkies...
but at least resourceful...
and whenever you use "complicated"
words easily, investing in the vocabulary bank,
and then spew, like a drunk girl
on the streets of harlow,
and you can see the words cling together,
and see that no "trick" of subversion took place,
i.e. using the thesaurus...
you can spot the use of thesaurus in
novels most prominently...
but it's there:
sometimes the subject matter may seem exciting,
and it is, but with they way it's presented,
it's hardly worth a mention...
and then the most mundane event
in the history of man, repeated exponentially,
but depicted in a transcendental way,
can claim navigating superiority over the "grand"
events... like state funerals...
i.e.? he can dress himself as a god:
but end up speaking like an idiot...
most of the time, i've learned,
it's not what you write about,
rather, how you write about it...
the "why" is equally spread between the two approaches;
the former usually requires much
volume, and becomes a novel,
the latter? most probably is a sort of poetry.