Conversations on writing...

A friend of mine and I having an Instant message conversation on writing... I happen to do a rather long discourse on what writing is to me and I thought it might give the readers of this blog a better understanding of my grand affair with words...

Me): I tend to marvel at words and how they hold power on us

Me:: rhytym of words

Me:: taste of words

Me: roll them around in your mouth like a fine wine kind of words
Him: you havent even had wine, haha

Him: ah, im just teasin, thats not the point, i kno

Me:: true

Me: but I have a worshipful view of language

Him): true

Me: I love people who can describe

Me:: speak well

Me): paint me a picture

Me: arouse me with a turn of phrase
Him: (teehee)

Me:: to fall in love with a sentence
Him: no, im being childish.

Him): yea, those people have a real gift, very unique

Me): yes

Him: i.e. you
Me: People that can reach you through thousands of years, millions of miles and the barriar of culture

Me: all to send a message

Me): and it jolt you so hard

Me: you ride it like a wave, understanding, realization

Me): that's a true writer, a true speaker, a true and passionate level of communication so few can truly ascend to

Me): and no, not me

Me): never me

Me): but others

Him): you have a way with words, give it up

Me): and it dosen't even have to be intelligent pesay

Him): whether you'll admit or not

Me: you don't have to use ten dollar words or the oxford english dictionary

Me): some of the most beautiful things to fall from the human lips

Me): I've heard in the colloquial language of a region

Me): Take a look at the Deigo Shovelman, by Carl Sandburg

Me): beautiful

Me): colloquial.., Now I'm expounding way to much on this!... lol

EARLIER: The lead up to this conversation was a conversation on when Spring Break is for UIS, and stories of previous vacations.....

Me no idea

Me): last spring break I was in D.C.

Me): Cherry blossom festival and doing the legislative thing

Him): that would be really pretty

Me): oh it was sooo much fun

Me): The best part

Me): was we walked by the Potomac river at night, right near the Roosevelt memorial

Me): and there are cherry trees lining the shore

Me): and they have little lights in the walkway

Me): so they would shine really softly on the blossoms

Me): as they fell into the water

Me): it was like a silent rain

Me): the city all lit up

Me): the darkness wrapped around you

Him): wow, you should write a poem or song about it

Him): it would sound great with arpeggiated piano chords

Me: perhaps

Me): it was such an amazing experience

Me): to be caught up in the moment like that

Me): your heart being squeezed in a phantom fist

Me): both with excitement

Me): and serenity

Me): dangling your bare toes into the cool water

Him): yea, you're writing about it, end of discussion

Me): pair of heels on the shore, silky black dress, letting it all drink you in

Me): or you drink it in

Me: not quite sure

Him): either way makes sense with different meanings. thats your assignment for this week, write a poem/lyrics for it

Me): Alright then, I'll give it a try

Me): But i don't think I can do it justice

Him: you sound like you're already half way there

Me): That' not a poem

Me): that's random reminiscing

Me): Its how I think

Him: the invention from which sparks poetry

Me): perhaps

Him): its already descriptive and colorful language, take it and run with it


Who says that instant message is the lowest form of communication? I have preserved the spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes for posterity, but honestly, who can say that that is not an intelligent conversation?


-Caio ya'll,

Lady in Black