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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
(Here's something I wrote a while ago, but thought was worth re-posting on here. Perhaps it's a little ironic considering what I was writing about... Hey, you be the judge) untitled It’s been a while since I wrote something intelligent. And it’s not like I haven’t tried. It’s just getting harder to write something that’s well, fresh. Rewind a couple years and just having the word “fresh” in a sentence not pertaining to produce would’ve at least garnered your piece a quick glance, or at least merit a weird look. Now, it’s just another f-word. So what’s “fresh” then? Or did the term – which I presumed to mean original, sharp and witty all at once – pack its bags when the Prince left Bel-Air? A good piece of writing is ‘spose to be easy. Throw in a passing reference to a ubiquitous celeb and you’d have your hook. Or you could use the word ubiquitous. But now it’s different. Everyone’s full. (After years of consuming a steady diet of celebrity gossip and daily intakes of pop culture clichés, the carnivorous public is experiencing sudden indigestion) And that has left many once-“fresh” commentaries decidedly stale. Which brings me back to my question. What constitutes a fresh piece of writing? An expletive-filled critique? Or perhaps a paper without care for condition or rules… (not too dissimilar from this one as the friendly green line from my Microsoft Word grammar check program will attest to, popping up to chastise my last phrase for being a fragment as opposed to the much-preferred complete sentence and soon to be highlighting this particular passage for being incredulously long) Incredulously? Sounds about right. This article was meant to be original; everything from the non-title (in all lower case letters no less) to the wordy jargon, to the choppy phrasing of the sentences. But as I near the closing stages of it, I see that it is not going to work out that way. This is neither a cop-out nor an excuse for poor writing, but rather a sudden epiphany. For as soon as something becomes “fresh,” it will not be fresh. And the search for originality becomes just that – a futile, endless and (oh so) depressing search.
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