After reading some of the greatest literature ever written tonight i can't help but feel a little philosophical. The great masters of writing have inspire me to get deeper into my writing , and really turn into a craft or art form. I think reading such wonderful works also helps you to understand writing to a higher level . i'm going to allow myself to be more critcical in my analyisis of both my regular writing and my poetry , and really strive to make the words , images and symbolism come alive .
i beleive as i continue to read and appreciate such great literature , i will be further inspired create more and more of my own .
i feel a little sad hearing of how Leo Tolstoy died... , his genuis almost became insufferable to him.... , his wealth a large burden around his neck , and his conscience seemed to be plagued by his infidelities to an alarming rate ..
something for me to think about anyway and ponder in the quiet times ..