Caution: Mind dribble ahead.
Yay! I'm a member of the alumni association!
Well, officially, I haven't really left Missouri Southern. I'm going through for the Masters this time. But, it's not too bad. I have to take some English classes here and there, but they are quite fascinating. And, that's the topic of today's post.
It took around five years, but I remember now why I started writing in the first place; I like it. I really do. The other day in American Lit II, Dr. Saltzman was discussing the problems associated with some of the students in his poetry class. He said the ones who were wanting to be poets just because they had something to say often were the worst writers. These people, he said, would write airy, unfounded poems about ethereal subjects. They had no knack for words. Others, though, liked to hear the words in their mouth and put them onto paper like pictures. Now, this struck me.
Several years ago, I took a job with the high school paper at Diamond. I did the comics. But, I soon got hooked on writing stories and designing pages. I liked the style of the newspaper. The reporter cuts out all of the useless information and sticks to the facts. It's unbiased and straight-forward. However, it gives a lot of possibilities in the way a reporter covers the story. There's always an angle. Nothing is truly straight-forward. One person saw things differently than another. I liked to find the new angle. It was a challenge.
However, several years ago, as I learned how to write correctly, I also learned to be less creative. I had a mental block. It grew until I forgot all of the creative things associated with the actual writing of words. Sure, I still kept on drawing, but I was never the artist one of my best friends was. (His name is Frank, and he's dang good.) Unconsciously, I kept thinking about the words, but it always came out formulated. The frustration still lingers in my journal when those old pages get turned back.
Anyway, when Dr. Saltzman started discussing the means of poetry, my brain snapped. I am not tied down to a newspaper at the moment -- the first time in awhile. I remembered how words make little lines on paper. They are the outlines of pictures we make in our minds. These little lateral rows don't do them justice. Words have this strange power that lingers with every smell, touch, shape, and light. We associated them with everything. Why then, do so many people let them get abused like neglected children?
Words are given at parties. Words are said at funerals. Words are said between friends. They mean something, have something, and do something. People respond to them. And I love them.
So, here I sit in front of a computer thinking I've met an old friend on the street, and we have to catch up over pie. The rules of writing don't mean anything without what the words have to say. Anyway, it kind of frees me up now to go write, scribble out something, or just print out a few lines of a poem.
I don't think I would have reached this point again any sooner if I had gone on to the "real" world right away. Well, I'm still putting around in the real world, but I have school too. I'm taking classes I always wanted to take but for some reason or another just put aside. I can put all of my education into context now. My diploma wasn't thrown in the trash. Missouri Southern has so much to give us.
Sure, we have a small town and limited resources in some areas, but we have a group of people here that care. The instructors love their jobs. Our job is to expand our love of the education we want. For those of you in the Honors Program, make the most of it. It might break you out of a slump. Ask about the things you're interested in. Think about the things you're learning. Apply what you learn to what you do. Learn to catch the air and watch for those people who start to rant about nothing at midnight. It might do you some good.
Oh, the other reason I like to write is to just get a bunch of junk off my mind... that way my mind doesn't explode with a bunch of ethereal words. That stuff is flammable... and it kinda builds up... and it causes headaches, nausea, toothaches, ...
Well, officially, I haven't really left Missouri Southern. I'm going through for the Masters this time. But, it's not too bad. I have to take some English classes here and there, but they are quite fascinating. And, that's the topic of today's post.
It took around five years, but I remember now why I started writing in the first place; I like it. I really do. The other day in American Lit II, Dr. Saltzman was discussing the problems associated with some of the students in his poetry class. He said the ones who were wanting to be poets just because they had something to say often were the worst writers. These people, he said, would write airy, unfounded poems about ethereal subjects. They had no knack for words. Others, though, liked to hear the words in their mouth and put them onto paper like pictures. Now, this struck me.
Several years ago, I took a job with the high school paper at Diamond. I did the comics. But, I soon got hooked on writing stories and designing pages. I liked the style of the newspaper. The reporter cuts out all of the useless information and sticks to the facts. It's unbiased and straight-forward. However, it gives a lot of possibilities in the way a reporter covers the story. There's always an angle. Nothing is truly straight-forward. One person saw things differently than another. I liked to find the new angle. It was a challenge.
However, several years ago, as I learned how to write correctly, I also learned to be less creative. I had a mental block. It grew until I forgot all of the creative things associated with the actual writing of words. Sure, I still kept on drawing, but I was never the artist one of my best friends was. (His name is Frank, and he's dang good.) Unconsciously, I kept thinking about the words, but it always came out formulated. The frustration still lingers in my journal when those old pages get turned back.
Anyway, when Dr. Saltzman started discussing the means of poetry, my brain snapped. I am not tied down to a newspaper at the moment -- the first time in awhile. I remembered how words make little lines on paper. They are the outlines of pictures we make in our minds. These little lateral rows don't do them justice. Words have this strange power that lingers with every smell, touch, shape, and light. We associated them with everything. Why then, do so many people let them get abused like neglected children?
Words are given at parties. Words are said at funerals. Words are said between friends. They mean something, have something, and do something. People respond to them. And I love them.
So, here I sit in front of a computer thinking I've met an old friend on the street, and we have to catch up over pie. The rules of writing don't mean anything without what the words have to say. Anyway, it kind of frees me up now to go write, scribble out something, or just print out a few lines of a poem.
I don't think I would have reached this point again any sooner if I had gone on to the "real" world right away. Well, I'm still putting around in the real world, but I have school too. I'm taking classes I always wanted to take but for some reason or another just put aside. I can put all of my education into context now. My diploma wasn't thrown in the trash. Missouri Southern has so much to give us.
Sure, we have a small town and limited resources in some areas, but we have a group of people here that care. The instructors love their jobs. Our job is to expand our love of the education we want. For those of you in the Honors Program, make the most of it. It might break you out of a slump. Ask about the things you're interested in. Think about the things you're learning. Apply what you learn to what you do. Learn to catch the air and watch for those people who start to rant about nothing at midnight. It might do you some good.
Oh, the other reason I like to write is to just get a bunch of junk off my mind... that way my mind doesn't explode with a bunch of ethereal words. That stuff is flammable... and it kinda builds up... and it causes headaches, nausea, toothaches, ...