Post by van on Aug 9, 2008 7:11:23 GMT -8
It has taken me a while to pen my next article because I have been searching for the right words, the right subject to inspire me to put pen to paper. Or in this case, to sit at my laptop and write a fascinating article. Alas, on a long, boring plane ride with no iPod I was struck with divine inspiration. Or perhaps it was the bolt of lighting that hit the wing of the plane, thus blinding me to every thing but my inner thoughts for a moment. What ever it was, I present you, dear reader, with the inspiration that only comes from being at 30,000 feet for an ungodly amount of time.
Inspiration. Or lack there of, is what I wish to expound upon today. I have seen writers who seem to carry a muse in their pocket and poetry spills from there lips. I like to call them Poets. I have seen writers who merely toss up the first piece of shit to come into their brains and call it good. This type is more commonly referred to as the Idiot. The most common author I have seen is one who is seldom struck by divine inspiration. One who simply refuses to place a half formed thought for others scrutiny. The author I am speaking of is one that may take days or weeks to pen an article. Waiting for the perfect words to begin flowing from their mind and into their fingertips, flooding the page with literate, well formed ideals. We shall call this type the Intellectual.
In todays undead society it really takes all kinds to make the world go round. And in every news source you'll look in, you'll find the three types of authors in which I speak. Perhaps they are not writing, their thoughts but speaking them, letting them trickle from their fanged mouths with glee. Often times this can be amusing, watching some one pontificate when they really have no clue to what they are speaking on. Most times it is merely annoying. We are a society of intellectuals I'd like to think. Most of us have been around the block a few times. Enough to know better to be sure.
Why is it then that some feel the need to debase themselves and resort to childish name calling and tantrum throwing? Is it because these Idiots lack the eloquence to for a well thought out ideal? Do they lack the education to correctly place words together in a sentence? We will never know the answers to these questions unless such time arises as we can autopsy the brains of those we find lacking. Given the fact that we are undead, this could take a while.
Sadly it's not only the seemingly illiterate that have trouble putting together a cohesive thought. I have seen great poets with plenty of flowery language and nary a point to make. They rely on words. Pretty words, big words, some times complicated words. There may be times when you are reading or listening to such vampires as this and you feel the need to reach for a dictionary. Yet the whole time you listen to, or read the words of, said vampire, you can't help but to stare off in the distance and ask yourself “whats the point?” While mildly more amusing than the Idiot, the Poet can get to be annoying as well.
And at last we come to the Intellectual. This type of writer or speaker may not have the flowery words of the Poet. However, the Intellectual will not debase him or herself like the Idiot will. This type of vampire will wait, biding their time while they form a cohesive, valid point. They will have logical facts that lead from one point into the next. Often times the Intellectual can resort to insulting his or her target with out ever using crude or crass language. In fact, the insult is so eloquently put that the target rarely realizes he or she has been insulted. That is, until some one else points it out to them. Personally I find the Intellectual the most amusing author or speaker. Their ideals are well thought out, grammatically correct (if it's in writing) and given with out haste. After all, if one has taken such a long time to come up with the perfect answer, why rush through the delivery of that answer?
So tell me, are you an Intellectual, an Idiot, or a Poet?
Inspiration. Or lack there of, is what I wish to expound upon today. I have seen writers who seem to carry a muse in their pocket and poetry spills from there lips. I like to call them Poets. I have seen writers who merely toss up the first piece of shit to come into their brains and call it good. This type is more commonly referred to as the Idiot. The most common author I have seen is one who is seldom struck by divine inspiration. One who simply refuses to place a half formed thought for others scrutiny. The author I am speaking of is one that may take days or weeks to pen an article. Waiting for the perfect words to begin flowing from their mind and into their fingertips, flooding the page with literate, well formed ideals. We shall call this type the Intellectual.
In todays undead society it really takes all kinds to make the world go round. And in every news source you'll look in, you'll find the three types of authors in which I speak. Perhaps they are not writing, their thoughts but speaking them, letting them trickle from their fanged mouths with glee. Often times this can be amusing, watching some one pontificate when they really have no clue to what they are speaking on. Most times it is merely annoying. We are a society of intellectuals I'd like to think. Most of us have been around the block a few times. Enough to know better to be sure.
Why is it then that some feel the need to debase themselves and resort to childish name calling and tantrum throwing? Is it because these Idiots lack the eloquence to for a well thought out ideal? Do they lack the education to correctly place words together in a sentence? We will never know the answers to these questions unless such time arises as we can autopsy the brains of those we find lacking. Given the fact that we are undead, this could take a while.
Sadly it's not only the seemingly illiterate that have trouble putting together a cohesive thought. I have seen great poets with plenty of flowery language and nary a point to make. They rely on words. Pretty words, big words, some times complicated words. There may be times when you are reading or listening to such vampires as this and you feel the need to reach for a dictionary. Yet the whole time you listen to, or read the words of, said vampire, you can't help but to stare off in the distance and ask yourself “whats the point?” While mildly more amusing than the Idiot, the Poet can get to be annoying as well.
And at last we come to the Intellectual. This type of writer or speaker may not have the flowery words of the Poet. However, the Intellectual will not debase him or herself like the Idiot will. This type of vampire will wait, biding their time while they form a cohesive, valid point. They will have logical facts that lead from one point into the next. Often times the Intellectual can resort to insulting his or her target with out ever using crude or crass language. In fact, the insult is so eloquently put that the target rarely realizes he or she has been insulted. That is, until some one else points it out to them. Personally I find the Intellectual the most amusing author or speaker. Their ideals are well thought out, grammatically correct (if it's in writing) and given with out haste. After all, if one has taken such a long time to come up with the perfect answer, why rush through the delivery of that answer?
So tell me, are you an Intellectual, an Idiot, or a Poet?