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Originally Posted by dull boy
It's nothing. I said something that had little to do with your piece directly and was more about how we write to masturbate and I called your writing masturbation, which was overly harsh, and by saying that I don't mean you're too pussy to handle it, but that it was just more crass than I wanted to project. I'm laying in bed thinking about how nearly all new literature or anything we see really was generally made with a purpose of consumption. We have thoughts and ideas, which are best at inception, and only muddled by our attempts to feed them to others. I think maybe our packaging of ideas and thoughts take away from personal revelations that could build ourselves into better ideas of ourselves for those we directly impact. Our maybe that's just me and I'm projecting. I hate how the internet used to be a world that existed at a desk in a corner that only existed when you were at that desk, and now it's constantly in my pocket. Leave me alone, I need to sleep.
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I think it's comforting.
Take those harsh & sublime ideas, make them desirable. Approachable. At least relatable. Are you really watering them down? Ideas need to take seed and then grow. It used to be only a few ideas could get passed through literature... whatever your church could read to you, if you were poor and uneducated. The few stiff novels you could wade through for several months at a time. Yeah, reading used to take ages, at least for pleasure. But now people will read a novel in the span of a week, and read dozens of articles a day. The sheer volume of writing available at anyone, everyone's fingertips collapsed to a singularity, tripled, and then exploded into a microverse inside a square glass jar that sits in your front left pocket and goes to sleep quietly on your night stand. Maybe, the number of ideas seeded in our brains quintupled. Pop media, yellow journalism. Just weeds. Now, when you want an idea to grow- you must nurture it, carve a space for it in your day and your mind, and visit every couple days as thousands of more ideas are flung down into your brain's soil. The author can do whatever he wants to make it a nice little packet of seeds, but something's gotta make it stand out in a sea of free bargain bin variety seeds.
Sadly, the novel is a novelty and literature is rapidly dying. Who can spend $25 to sit on a couch, doing nothing but shuffling paper in a set order? Anyone smart enough to get it for free or given to them, and carve out the time to do so.
The general consensus seems to be that people are getting dumber and more sensationalized and writing to match, out of necessity. I think the exact opposite is true, because information is king and we've just unwittingly mainlined it into our society.