This Art

The following post has been a draft entry for quite some time here at Robrights, not because it wasn’t finished, but because I hesitated to publish it and then hesitated some more…

It’s short and wordy (a reflection of its author, no doubt). 

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Temperate Exaggeration:  fashioning the proper amount of extravagance and understatement, timing and rhythm, emphasis and abatement into a work of literary distinction.  No matter the style, form, era, or medium, this is the art of writing.

It’s not easy, this art.  It’s origin visceral, yet mastery impossible (who can claim it with certainty?), creation fixed and effect transcendent, identity conspicuous, command elusive, this art.

This art is exalting and damning.  It’s elating and frustrating, eliciting provocation, this art.

This art has power to calm or enrage, to free or enslave, to threaten or save. It’s might is chronicled, this art.

With it, by fable and folklore, prose and exposition, biography and drama, essay and legend we identify, personify, immortalize, discredit, honor, obscure.  Accomplished is this art.

Preserved or desecrated, reviled or defended, burned or banned it is a mark etched and ability exercised from end-to-end of man’s existence.  Persistent in endurance is this art.

Temperate Exaggeration:  no matter the style, form, era, or medium, this is the art of writing.

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If you’ve read anything else on this site you might be wondering where the preceding came from, or what happened to the guy who usually writes here. It’s still me. While this isn’t the norm prior to, or going forward, here at Robrights, it’s a sample of the type of stuff that goes on in my head – the type I don’t usually let out.

Writing is the frustrating experience of and often unsatisfying reward given to writers.

If you fancy yourself a writer, that statement makes perfect sense. If you do not, it’s incomprehensible. The best analogy I can offer you is:  think of something you’re inexplicably drawn to, spend time with both in thought and in action, but never seem to master. That’s writing to the writer – whether you’re Hemingway, or a High School Lit. instructor.

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