rant: people who 'think' they are writers

[monkey]

you know the type, they're convinced that their 5-syllable words and trite metaphors make them the best writers ever. they were probably told millions of times that they were talented writers when they were in high school. but the problem is, their sense of art is completely skewed. writing is almost masturbatory for them. they think of themselves as high and mighty writers but they're not writing anything worth READING.

there's so many of them in my school, so many of them amongst my friends. of all the friends i have that consider themselves writers, only one has what i consider talent and ability. the rest of them, well, they can write a very flowery paper.

end rant.

[The Notorious LOL]

The irony being that your post wasnt worth reading, either :p


Unfortunately I know exactly the type of people. Them fuckers love Bukowski.

[hellojello]

we call them pretensious.
boffins.

[monkey]

oh i completely realize that :p. i dont care. i dont consider myself a writer.


here's an idea though: write a book based on message board response kind of writing. woooo! for people who think they can write

[The Notorious LOL]

thats probably been done by somebody...and if not, someones working on it right now and no one will ever read it.

[DandyFop]

Unfortunately I know exactly the type of people. Them fuckers love Bukowski.

bahahaha. You're totally right. This guy I went out with in the beginning of college for like, 5 weeks, fancies himself a film-maker/writer/singer/etc. and he's always posting things like "This is the first sentence of my novel - "The clouds were dark that day. The day my dad finally admitted what he had done".

I always want to slap him.

[The Notorious LOL]

theres so many stupid fucking people like that. I have a friend who is actually a very good author and always has been and *gasp* actually has a job as a writer but god damn if he isnt the most pretentious fuck I have ever met.

[monkey]

the reason is that people who write have too many words in their heads at any point in time. it leaves them no time to be nice, or even humble about their skill. and it helps that they have people blowing hot air up their asses.

i truly appreciate a good writer that doesn't think s/he is god's gift to humanity.

[Drederick Tatum]

what kind of writing are we talking about here? fiction? academic writing?

[venusvenus123]

The irony being that your post wasnt worth reading, either :p


Unfortunately I know exactly the type of people. Them fuckers love Bukowski.
i like bukowski. and gnarls barkley. you got a problem with that?:mad:

[The Notorious LOL]

yes.

[venusvenus123]

haha. oh well, it's your problem.

[The Notorious LOL]

that amongst several ;)

[Bob]

the reason is that people who write have too many words in their heads at any point in time. it leaves them no time to be nice, or even humble about their skill. and it helps that they have people blowing hot air up their asses.

i truly appreciate a good writer that doesn't think s/he is god's gift to humanity.

i always thought that every good writer was equal parts self-loathing and delusions of grandeur. like they're always constantly back and forth as to whether their work is the greatest thing they've ever done, or if it's so horrible that it shouldn't exist. i think i read that from some thing that alan moore said (writer of watchmen and v for vendetta [the graphic novel, not the movie, he disowned the movie]). and i swear i remember kurt vonnegut saying something about it, but i'm not sure, maybe i'm wrong. he seems pretty humble though

[monkey]

in every field, a person who is succesful has to know theyre succesful for a reason, they have skill in that particular field.

but what about those who think they're the shit without having proven it in any field other that college writing workshop 1? why the fuck do they think they have some sort of above average skill if theyre writing some bullshit story (with that flowery language in place for actual good writing)?

i think i should copy/paste the writing that made want to start this thread. then you'll understand.

[monkey]

bad writing. lots of it.

edited to protect the overly inflated ego of he who wrote it.

[cosmo105]

^HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

i was always told in school that i had talent writing and shit (my principal and teacher tried to get me to have a novella i wrote published in 8th grade, looking back it was soooo bad), but i'm supercritical of my stuff. i've only really written one major short story when i was a teenager and eh, i guess it was ok. i guess i can just express myself well with language. i'd like to be a writer, but i just don't think i could do it. i can create beautiful scenes and imagery and shit but i just couldn't come up with a plot. :o

i have an old friend that writes screenplays and shit, and he's sent me some of his personal short stories for editing in the past. i always felt it was a great compliment, because he really respected my taste and abilities and all. he never showed his work to anyone else or anything. anyway, he's good, but he spends time every single day writing, even if it's crap, and is totally dedicated to it. and he's not a braggart about it in any way. then again, he's a big fucking weirdo (and an asshole too).

anyway, yeah, that's fucking hilarious. and it's all the funnier knowing how many people write EXACTLY the same way.

[Bob]

i've never sat down to write a whole product, i only think of bits and pieces of clever ideas in my head. like i'll think of scenes or themes, or ways for stories to begin or end, but they're never ideas that, when put together, would make a whole story. so i don't.

[Kerrbear]

I was Poet Laureate of my elementary school. And I'm still pretty approachable and grounded.

[Bob]

i too had a distinguished writing career in elementary school. my opus, "mr. frog finds berried treasure" won many many accolades

[tracky]

Who won a writing competition and read their poem on the news? That's about as far as my writing career went. I'm sure my mum's probably still got that poem tucked away somewhere along with all the other crap I won before going off the rails.

[monkey]

oh we've all won school prizes im sure. i had people blowing hot air up my ass in high school as well. but i also had a professor who was realistic, taught us about the value real literature, and kicked my ass on everything i wrote. sure, she made me a better writer, but she also made me realize i would have to work DAMN hard on it if i ever wanted to call myself a writer.

[zorra_chiflada]

i know it doesn't seem like it on here, but when i put my mind to it i can create excellent sentence structure and employ the right words to evoke the right feeling. it's amazing how certain combinations of words can manipulate what people think, for example the difference between passive and active sentences. that doesn't necessarily mean i'm a good creative writer, i should probably work as a copyrighter or some boring shit like that.

[paul jones]

I just look at the pictures

[TimDoolan]

A writer writes, always.

[Gareth]

i think i should copy/paste the writing that made want to start this thread. then you'll understand.

was it a pitchfork review?

getting wanky and writing academic essays is probably more fun than writing letters and submissions in plain english.

[hellojello]

man this is something by the person I had in mind when I wrote my response, and when I read your thread. It IS kind of harsh posting it in here but what she don't know won't hurt her and besides, my arse is a better artist (with the hyphen) than herThe temple of Veiled Faces is a giant hive of black stone, built without corners, that rises out of the wastelands like an ominous dark egg, casting a long shadow which sinks the plain's small civilization in a perpetual twilight.

Within the shade and the sigh of the shifting winds over the bare land which submerges its visitors in a peaceful, yet uneasy heightened consciousness, where the presence of god-people is always felt.

The curved walls of this temple are lined with a meandering spiral of stairs with circle the interior like the chamber of a snail shell, leading to the opening at its top, where astrologers study the night sky, awaiting the showers of fire and falling stars which foretell doom and the ending of This World. The spiral staircase also travels down, a day are worth of walking, to the Main Chamber, twenty feet below the ground.

Within the stone nest is its queen, no less than slave.

The vast and dark circle room holds the Sibylline Mistress, veiled lady of both worlds. It is she who people from great golden cities, and small dusty villages travel to speak with, for through her the voices speak.

She is the mouthpiece of both Divine and Infernal. She is the handmaid of the goddess who worshipped here, the Veiled One. She is barely nineteen.

She is a small and white tender thing, a strange songbird curled inside her dark egg. Her appearance has been dictated with sharp anonymity, she resembles all previous Sibylline Mistresses of other dynasties who look down from the walls made in chalk and lapis paint.

She is pure to her cause; she sings the messages in her rich, high voice which echoes in the hollow chambers. She is favored. Her arms, covered with a stole of black gauze embroidered with silver flowerings of sequins, are covered with many tiny red stripes of razor cuts. For within the dark circle of the subterranean shrine, the hungry gods have taken the blood she offers then, and now acquiring a taste, demand hers alone. This is dubious honor.

There was once a time when this girl felt human. Perhaps only once in her life, when her blood was not to give, but rushing through her veins like something alive. But she was chosen by an inauspicious star, when she was born, into darkness like that inside someone's body.

Someone who loved her as she grew , someone who planned futures, and beamed as life quickened and grew within herself. That someone had a name to pass onto her child, who never quite made it; she died bringing what had made her so happy to be alive, into a black, ugly space.

And now she has hardly ever seen the light, she was born at midnight and now lives, in the very subterranean depths of this temple, chosen pet of a goddess who demands more and more slaughtered animals and men as the onslaught of war increases the desert cities barriers. This girl who is Nameless.

[camo]

man this is something by the person I had in mind when I wrote my response, and when I read your thread. It IS kind of harsh posting it in here but what she don't know won't hurt her and besides, my arse is a better artist (with the hyphen) than her

hello, what an ironic thread to see you on! Just what we were sorta chatting about before :p

[roosta]

hey, your the one who used the terms "trite", "their sense art is completely skewed" and "writing is almost masturbatory for them"......

[hellojello]

hello, what an ironic thread to see you on! Just what we were sorta chatting about before :p
try not to use that pink thing in a reference to me ever again it makes it so hard to take u seriously.
but yeah i know, weird hey
dont tell anyone but all my ideas and throughts are actually recycled from other peoples threads on the bbmb
haha
jk

[camo]

try not to use that pink thing in a reference to me ever again it makes it so hard to take u seriously.
but yeah i know, weird hey
dont tell anyone but all my ideas and throughts are actually recycled from other peoples threads on the bbmb
haha
jk

ok i'll put my pink thing away and never get it out again!


yes that was supposed to sound that way!

[hellojello]

you know me WAY to well

[monkey]

hey, your the one who used the terms "trite", "their sense art is completely skewed" and "writing is almost masturbatory for them"......

true. but i dont fancy myself a writer.

[camo]

you know me WAY to well


kind of :p

oops it popped out

[Yeti]

I heard that Hemingway could be found masturbating in a Pamplona alley...... usually in the early morning hours.

[hellojello]

kind of

oops it popped outeverytime you do that a little part of all of us dies.
hehe

[camo]

everytime you do that a little part of all of us dies.
hehe



:p :p :p :p :p

mass murder!

[hellojello]

I heard that Hemingway could be found masturbating in a Pamplona alley...... usually in the early morning hours.
I heard that freud used to wet himself on the way to public lectures (y)

[Yeti]

I heard that freud used to wet himself on the way to public lectures (y)

.....and when his mother walked around in her housedress.

[HOTWIFE]

possessing a better than average vocabulary does not a good writer make

[monkey]

(lb) possessing a better than average vocabulary does not a good writer make
(lb)

[camo]

possessing a better than average vocabulary does not a good writer make

yoda

[HOTWIFE]

yoda
yoda is wise