Mumbled Musings on Reading and Writing

The reader is inevitably greedy, devouring the lives and loves of others out of necessity.  The only amendment to such a cannibalistic feast is that these “others” exist purely in fiction–and yet, the damning truth of it all is that, to the reader, these lives and loves must so closely resemble reality in order for the reader to taste the truth of the joys and pains which are, ultimately, their own.  So the writer becomes a modern Hannibal, serving up dishes of serenity and suffering to mad-hungry masses and sophisticated celibates alike, feeding them the feelings of the lives they only wish they could live and have.  


About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

One response to “Mumbled Musings on Reading and Writing

  • Scáth

    Precisely why I write so that my reader is alienated… and his eyes are turned upward and away from all this filth down here (for the time being anyway, until it burns and is reborn)

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