Is there really a formula for originality?
For a really long time I actually believed that originality was nothing but a mixture of things that already existed, and the formula for it was nothing but trying to hide as much as you could how much you got from something you love.
I, for example, always loved old child books. There was something in the way they could make me learn something simple if I simply read the pages and something profound if I actually took time and research into it, something magical. Of course every single think I tried to write was just as Alice’s adventures in Wonderland or Narnia and there was nothing I could do about it in the start, because that’s just how we learn.
As the time flew by I started to believe there was only a way to get original, and that was getting into those stories, reading as much as the genre as you could, and than, when you are totally in those worlds, you start to see the similarities, some…. common uses of some notions, words etc.
When the simple “write what is on your heart” is not enough for you, you start to think about a logical way to get there, originality is one of the most important parts of a story, after all.
And now I have this new philosophy. I simply believe that, just like before, there is nothing better than getting into those books! But, for a really original story, base it on something of yours. A simple example is peter pan based on the simple wish of never getting old. Search for something of yours, a feeling, a story, a memorie, than let this slowly fuse with the culture you jumped into.
I know this is a blog mostly about books and poetry. But my main objective was to create something which I could see and say: “Hey, that’s me”. And I love music, I really do love it. I listen to a bunch of different sounds, but i guess the most distinguish for you would be the brazilian music. So here it is some of brazilian singers in english:
I don’t know in english, cause I never really caught time to listen to this albums and pay attention to the lyrics, but in portuguese the MPB (Popular Brazilian Music) is pure poetry.
I had yo write it quick, so the blog had some post today, sorry for any mistake, I couldn’t review it.
Very deep, beneath the skin
Everyone has the one
Which the words are attractive as a sin
We wait till they come
We sit and play with our feelings
While they’re fixing theirs
And like mirror long broken
We fix into lairs
What once was just cracked
And we feel safe, carried
Cause what once lacked
Now show ourselves
Who we really are
Who we will be
No matter what scar
It will save me
Cause I’ve got my part back
What once was divided
Is not in track.
We were never one.
I was reading Jane Eyre, which I think is one of the best books i read in a long, long time and I just realized how much of culture i had received since I started to learn english. It takes an awful amount of time to learn a new language, but it makes you conscientious of your surrounding.
You know that there are people in Germany, but you don’t know how they’re until you start to speak to those. I know a lot of people speak english, but still learning a new language is, besides a plus for the ones who like to know things just by the fact of knowing, a way to know more culture, more people.
You watch their videos on youtube, you see real people from the places they’re from, you listen to their music, you read the books in its “original form”.
So if you’re in doubt if you should learn a new language, do! You will learn way more then just another language, you’ll learn culture from other countries.
I am currently reading Jane Eyre, and just can’t pick one thing to put on this concepts I find.
I am in the beginning, so I am sorry if i didn’t pick something you really love about the book. I will write my opinion about it with some other things (will be the next post).
“Come, Miss Jane, don’t cry,” said Bessie as she finished. She might as well have said to the fire, “don’t burn!” but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which i was prey?”
And this thing I though was amazing:
“Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings/ and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
So, if you have something to say (because this was so perfectly put into the context I have nothing), just leave a comment.
As some of you may know i started this series of posts where i share with you the concepts i find. If you found anything interesting in a book or anything, feel free to share, i would love to see it.
“One of the things that brings more sense to our existence is love”[…]
“What would be more traumatic, love and lose, or never had really loved? The answer to this question, so essential, so many times is close to our misunderstanding of what is “really love”. Almost always, we only noticed a real love after we lost it”
This i found in a book called “Amar e perder” which means “Love and Lose”. It’s a brazilian book so…. sorry if you wanted to read.
I think that though was just great. And I really believe that the part “Almost always, we only noticed a real love after we lost it” is poetic. I believe we start to feel nostalgic, we start to forget the things that made us feel bad. Just like we forget about the traumatic stuff.
What I am trying to say is that good things stay with us way more than bad stuff.