Monday, June 25, 2007

How Does Ocular Herpes Progress

Re: past

Some girl bunting - a Pavesini? - Wrote a comment to my last post. Going to snoop on his blog (because that is how you do) I found some beautiful photographs, and one in particular reminded me a shot I did in Poland when I was still struggling with the instruction book of my first digital camera. The photo is nothing that, but in some ways is nice.
The nice thing is that Poland faces the corner and you're in the 20s, just a few more feet back in the present, he turned his head and you find yourself in '50, you tie a shoe and you get up again when you're in a pub Drinking beer with a bunch of strangers ... Poland is a contradiction since the other, a jumble of eras, styles, thoughts, is a mixture of ideas that once came into his head are the roots, and you hold the thought as a climber.
But that's another story.

In response and as a tribute to photography past Ele, here's my experiment (I have it with black and white, sorry):
Sola (past)

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Will Fogger Get Rid Of Mice'

The Good, the Bad and the Mediocre

As you may have noticed if you are avid fans of this blog, these days I have not anything particular to tell. I will just put down a sentence after the other, pretend to develop an argument rather than another, but actually sell hot air. What do you want, nothing ever happens here. I do not have an interesting life, I might say, but it's an excuse that holds little, and not because it is true, but why should not on balance be a limit. The difference between a good writer and the writer should be denied this right: one can tell a trivial like an extraordinary event, the second ... well, better read the shopping list of your wife ...

The good writer may be five pages to describe an old toothless sucking a soup of cabbage, spoon after spoon, and you read to the end without getting bored for a moment, indeed come to the end that you think of it almost tasted it, the cabbage soup, you feel the taste in your mouth, salty on the tongue, palate dolciamaro on ... If the writer is really talented, capable than half an hour after you are well a stomach ache.
Of these writers can find a few in the library, I figured the network. And if by chance you find one, half the time you're so lazy as to forget to write down the name, or save in your favorites, and ends two months after that when it comes to mind for when you find out that Mr. Bravo decided Writer not to write more for lack of players (read: rewarding).

The bad writer - which is not necessarily a bad writer - Has another kind of gift. Very long-winded writer, it is considered an expert in every literary style. Universal has a talent that allows him to range from sketch comedy to Bildungsroman without problems. Can write a horror story with the same ease with which verse of love, and without there ever been, can describe a landscape of the Trentino Alps with such realism it's like, reading, breathing fresh air and scent of musk.
Or so he thinks.
The bad writer is, in fact, a very self-confident to the point where it did not need any advice or opinion. Do not you ever exhibited, and with the excuse that "the depth of His work can not be understood by ordinary people "do not read anything to anyone. In fact, always afraid that someone out face the bitter truth: it is a process. Whatever you make in writing is more boring than a thirty-year mortgage. fails even with the greeting cards for the holidays. written by him, including the forms for the recommendations and check bank notes are especially tedious.
Stoicism of bad writers is commendable, however, they are the ones who never give up who continue to hope for success to the grave. For people like them there is much to learn.

between Bravo and the Ugly Mediocre Writer travels the party of which the undersigned State is more or less faithful and more or less satisfied. We know not to excel and strive to learn, each in his way. We support one another as to how good or bad to do, and this is definitely something we have to teach. Sometimes we have glimpses of great creativity, which we believe are able to one day get out of mediocrity: we feel a special moment, we feel we have something more, we are convinced that our moment has finally ... But soon we realize that this is also a common feeling, that happens to everyone every now and go back to being the usual mediocre, more or less faithful, more or less satisfied.

There is also need us, after all, because they can be such good writers.
And blessed them ...