
Originally Posted by
stlukesguild
But what I found here, mostly, is the writing - the way it's unselfconscious and spontaneous, very smooth - and then it's always changing, so that I'm wondering what is that person? Once in a while it seems like a child, but too intelligent and sophisticated to be a child. Other times I know it's a man. At the same time there's a common thread that runs through it. And then wow, is it smart. It's interesting...
I think also it's a British thing that I'm picking up.
I'm sure I'd have never gotten this affect from anything published and edited and prepared. It's because it's extemporaneous. Is that the right word? It's just coming out.
Vonny... be aware that art is an illusion... and writing... even if it only be on an internet forum... is a form of art. It is dangerous to assume that the fluidity... the mastery of language... the ease and the apparent "naturalism" paint a true portrait of the individual behind the words. Certainly, many of us here are quite likely far less witty and skillful with the spoken word than with the written word. The written word affords one the time to think and make choices. There is the old cliche that one should write as one speaks (or thinks), but do we really want writing laden with "ummms" and "hmmms" and "uhhhhs"? One of the values of literature is that it teaches the individual the power of words... the manner in which words can influence our thinking... or even manipulate us.
I remember immediately being struck by the power of words to manipulate while reading Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Caesar has been murdered and Brutus comes before the massed crowds to argue his case:
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
There is an awkwardness to his introduction... and to his use of repetition:
hear me for my
cause, and be silent, that you may hear:
believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe:
The words don't flow fluidly... but they do draw attention to what comes across as Brutus pleading that you hear and believe that he is honorable...
And then Mark Antony steps before the crowd... and such a speech:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
How much more poetic that invitation to listen: "Friends, Romans, Countrymen; Lend me your ears..."
And then notice how Shakespeare allows Antony to completely undermine Brutus' pleas that the citizens recognize that he was only acting honorably:
"But Brutus is an honorable man"...
repeated again and again... in a clearly sarcastic tone.
The point? I am merely suggesting that it is always dangerous to confuse the artist with the art... even if the art... in this case... is but a bit of verbal repartee... dialog... or discussion on a literature site. I don't say this to scare you away. I doubt there are any stalkers at Lit Net... and the occasional "trolls" seem few and far between. Like you, I do recognize there are any number of posters who who are quite intelligent and talented with the written word. Some are seemingly fluid and natural. But remember Alexander Pope's lines from his An Essay on Criticism:
True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Fluidity with words and language comes from a degree of experience and effort. I, myself, am first and foremost a visual artist... a painter. Whatever ability I have as a painter was developed primarily as the result of painting. Those who have a skill with the written word have quite likely developed this through the repeated process of reading and writing.
Much as I like British literature and the English sense of humor, I don't think you can wholly attribute whatever mastery with words that you sense here to something British. A good many of the best writers here are not British, but American, Canadian, Australian... or even of a culture where English was not their first language.
Anyway... a belated welcome to LitNet.