writer practice: joy and frustration

by walterdoege

I’ve read the recent interview when Philip Roth…the most important alive contemporary writer in my opinion tell us about his frustration with the writing task…a hard work…he knows very well what he is saying, and me too..and he says he will stop writing…putting an end in the struggle with words…I sense what he is teeling…and I feel something close to his experience…writing is joy, but frustration too…I can never write what I really want and wish…sometimes my writing are a joyful work…sometimes is a frustating effort because I could not write what I wanted to write at the beginning of a handwriting…sometimes the writing flows in a better way I’ve imagined and sensed…it’s required hard work in art…art and love are useless…and in this way literature is a struggle with words, phrases, texts, and contexts…literature is a struggle against non sense…or a struggle against silence as Carlos Fuentes stated…I don’t know why I write…I know almost nothing about my writings…those who read them can sense dimensions that I can not notice…I write cause I need…I feel that I wish my writings be readed…I write for someone to read…perhaps those who work and do not share the writings are also writers, but I write for people read, I write for share my art…I write for share some wanderings, some concerns, some emotions, some thinking, some work…I sense that I must share these dimensions of myself…somehow writing as literature is an art done with words and phrases…I notice that in this point of my biographical and autobiographical writings these two aspects go together…I write from myself and I write as an echo and influence of all my readings…I like to read…I like to write, but it’s not enough…I sense the art as a deep engagement with the creative and amorous process…somehow art do fictions and fiction help to support painful realities…fiction is a vital one to human being…and I sense that fiction is a way to change the world itself…as if the world without fiction and art, music and paintings, should be more challenging than is…and the world is a word I choose to speak about nature itself…human condition is art condition…any human being is an artist…few present their art to the world, but all people should present art to a changing world…to people that with the art can live the daily life in a more sweet way…remebering E. Hemmingway, if not in this way I place the art, why the bells should tolls?…as any toll beating listened remember me that living is an art itself…a step against non sense…a love surender…art and love I sense as one thing