Writing
The other night I was thinking about how much I love to write. A couple of my closest friends have encouraged me to get motivated and put the pen to the paper. It's hard though. It takes discipline. I promise myself that I will work hard to produce some quality stuff once this bar exam is over. I have lots of essays rambling around in this head of mine.
I've been thinking a lot about David, that Hebrew shepherd/poet/warrior who lived so long ago. I wonder if he sat around with his closest friends, shared his thoughts, and then heard them say "You should write that down, man. Really ... you should." I wonder if he got sick to his stomach after killing Goliath, or if he got sick to his stomach every time he killed someone. How could killing ever become easy for a poet?
I've been thinking a lot about David, that Hebrew shepherd/poet/warrior who lived so long ago. I wonder if he sat around with his closest friends, shared his thoughts, and then heard them say "You should write that down, man. Really ... you should." I wonder if he got sick to his stomach after killing Goliath, or if he got sick to his stomach every time he killed someone. How could killing ever become easy for a poet?
posted by Wordsmyth at
9:44 AM
2 Comments:
it gives me joy to see any act of creation, especially when it's carefully and well-done.
i think when we write, or create, we are being very like god.
at any rate, i love reading what you write, and whole-heartedly add my voice to those who want you to write more.
I think David got too...professional...at killing. The expedition to collect Philistine foreskins in order to appease his would-be father-in-law seems like an example of that. This is why, I think, he is thought of as a bloody man, why he was able to send Bathsheba's husband into battle to die (an odd bookend to the foreskin thing...that guy would have had to survive the battle just in order to keep his wife) and why God wouldn't let him build a temple.
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