There are, as there always have been, opinions expressed by every living soul that has received a viable brain through the birth process, and therefore a mortal mind processed by that healthy brain. Even when the human body has been deprived of its faculties by injury or disease and rendered totally unable to function, while the brain has remained intact and unaffected by physical dysfunction, the human mind has continued to create all varieties of thoughts, love, hate, indifference and, consequently, cognitive decisions based on factual opinions and emotional value judgments. Throughout life, the accumulated learning of a human being is indeterminate in terms of quantity and value. If a person seeks to acquire knowledge by continually reading the written words of good books and studying the lessons of history, science, and philosophy they contain, he will be able to write down the expressions of his own mind with fine cunning. Therefore, voracious reading accompanies the acquisition of writing skills.
While this article is concerned with the type and quality of writing done by every living soul today creating fiction or nonfiction, prose or poetry through the use of human language, its primary purpose is to emphasize the uniqueness and prominence of all and each of the products of human literary effort, and that the opinions, good or bad, of those many innumerable products are inconsequential to their respective meaning. Especially with the use of a language like English, in its American and British styles and varieties, an individual human being can create an expression of words, clauses, sentences, and paragraphs that in that person’s mind is completely unique and perfectly designed; although another person may read that expression and consider it inferior and totally lacking in quality. Take, for example, the shortest verse in the Holy Bible, “Jesus wept.” Without any other context to support and define them, those two words could be considered totally meaningless and of no literary significance to atheists, agnostics, and non-Christians. However, for any illiterate Christian who has only heard of reading the Bible, but who believes that Jesus is the Son of God, the only begotten Son of the eternal Father, those two words can mean a lot. Since that two-word verse was originally penned during the first century, thousands of thick books have been written by persevering esoteric men and women about what those two words mean in reverence for and opposition to Jesus Christ.
As such, whatever someone writes at a particular time, on any particular thing or topic, has a particular meaning to that writer or to other people being written about. It has invariably been proven true that what has been produced and regarded as written rubbish and rubbish in one age may come to be appreciated and enjoyed as literary greatness in a later age. This is why a writer, any writer, should never sell himself or his literary work for lack of discernible value. Opinions invariably vary when it comes to the value of prose and poetry. For example, certain revered early Ernest Hemingway short stories, rewritten and disguised with different adjectives, adverbs, and prepositions, but of the same meaning and effect, and submitted to anonymous publishers, would no doubt be rejected for publication unless under the current authorship. well-published writers. They would be returned to senders with letters advising them to seriously review grammar, punctuation, syntax, voice, and construction. However, some well-read editors might recognize Hemingway’s disguised work. However, if Hemingway, under another name, lived today and wrote what he did in his early years, in the gaunt style and fashion he did during the 1920s (such as “Cross-Country Snow” and “Mr. Mrs. Elliot) I seriously doubt they will be accepted and published without serious and detailed review.
My point is that although Hemingway was apparently forced to write, and he did, he obviously lacked writing skills at first, but he improved in voice and style each time he wrote. The prolific horror writer Stephen King, several decades later, declared in his only nonfiction book, “On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft,” that serious writing requires serious revision, but too much revision can rob a story. its meaning. uniqueness. However, what someone writes in total obscurity without proofreading may later be regarded, with the efforts of positive literary criticism, as the true product of genius and artistry. A good example of this is the posthumous greatness of Emily Dickinson’s poetry, which she hid from public view for her entire life. Another example of this could be the “Diary of Anne Frank”. Many literary critics of Anne Frank’s writings were quick to praise the historical importance of Frank’s very personal work with little mention of its literary quality. If the work had been wholly fictional and written by a young Christian woman in the years after World War II, it might have been rejected for publication as seriously lacking in notoriety. In other words, what can be written in a very personal way by an ordinary person at a time under extreme harshness might well later be considered extraordinary, if it is publicized as such by renowned literary critics.
Therefore, while I am in the final years of my long quest for literary writing, I must admit that very few of my many poetic and prose works, committed to paper and virtual electronic archives, have been published in books and magazines for riot and flourish However, I will never, ever claim that anything I have written has been devoid of redeeming value, though I will confess that I have indulged in not submitting for publication many of my literary products. Forty-five years of literary work have produced a very serious and tasty food for my own reflection and introspection, since what I have written has come more from the heart than from the mind. Therefore, as a final thought, I propose that the cognitive written products of the human mind are undoubtedly and constantly tempered, processed and refined through the mercies, kindness and collective and cumulative feelings of the human heart, because it does not pump only blood but the essence of humanity and the will of the God of nature.
