Tuesday, April 1, 2008 About My Writing Style
A friend once told me that sometimes he thinks my work lacks life, color, or whatever that he cannot quite describe. Sometimes I just string matters as simple and factual as they are conceived by me, devoid of any personal feeling. I guess the product is somewhat mechanical or machine-like manner. That must be why. I intended them that way. As objective as could be.
But to be objective may require self sacrifice. Man normally and usually is bias. It’s about making things easy on oneself.
And there are also times when I think I must free myself, free my feelings whatever they are, show clearly where I stand. Yes, ranting like everyone else. To make things easy for me.
I had a teacher named Sir Clareon when I was freshman in hi-school. He is among the best that I have known. He taught both English Composition and English Literature. He always knew when his class was getting bored. And he seemed endless of funny good things to say to break any impasse. One time he told about a farmer’s son who was sent to school in the city.
The son needed money to pay school as examination was coming, or he won’t be allowed to take the exam. Son went to the nearest telegram office, the mode in those days, to inform his parents.
The father who just got home from a hot day in the field received the message. “Dear Tatay,…LOOK AT THIS SON OF A BITCH! SINCE WHEN HAS HE LEARNED TO BE ARROGANT AND DEMANDING?!”
The mother came up to see what was wrong. She took the message and read from it. “Ah, that’s better… That’s better.” the father said after hearing same message calmly read to him.
I leave it to the readers how they feel about my works. Estimating others is no more than what people see themselves, or what they, we all are, actually…
