I am an absolutely lousy writer.
This isn't being falsely humble or putting myself down. It's accepting that I still need to learn. People around me seem to believe that I know a lot, especially in writing. Actually, I see there is something missing -something I have to seek out. Writing isn't about loving the way you play with words. It's about reaching out to everyone with your ideas - ideas that can help positively change their lives. Besides, writers are supposed to put the business of communicating first, right? So honestly, I feel I have so much to say but so little time.
The workshop held at Buco Bamboo sparked my interest to go back to poetry. Well, I did write rhyming verses before but there were waaaayyy back in highschool and their themes then were low fare. I mean, they were more about love and not about deeper themes that most accomplished poets are known. Ma'am Zola and her fellow critics told things that I needed improvement with the piece I made there on the fly. Ordinary guys would shrink and never take up the pen again. But being with them gave me ideas on how to put real life in rhyme (if possible). Poems often are written with no ending syllables in each line sounding alike, though I would love to do that (sounds like music to me that way). The budding poets there like Roselyn inadvertently shared ideas on how to "paint" words onto paper.
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| At Buco Bamboo restaurant along Kauswagan highway |
Thanks guys - hope to see you all this Saturday again at Sutosaki's...
