the writer expression

by walterdoege

hard work, not so hard, difficult, not so difficult…my writer practice is some other expresion of impressions…like when one tries to register a dream…the sharing of impresions is one leit motiv…another is to share some forms of silence…so important for music…so important for literature as the gaps and empties for painting and for art expression…it’s hard to me to write but is too hard not to write…romance is my ground…not by choice exactly…but vocation…reading is a form of living for me…living is a big one greater than art…but living without art is far away of human condition…I see poetry in human condition…I’m not a poet…perhaps a writer…just a writer of romance…a romancist…I remember the art is only one: the art of living…not only surviving…so in this post some considerations about life and silence, life and finitude, life and love…and loving (the verb) is the only important thing…if not…this post is only words, words and words