I wrote before about knowledge and how I've come to terms with how little I actually know, I want to talk about this again from a slightly different perspective.
In the US they have what are called "Thrift stores", which are essentially fuck off big charity shops. Being a charity shop they obviously sell books, all the ones I've purchased have ranged in price fro 50 cents to no more then 2 bucks. So far I've accumulated probably around 25 books of various types. Books on philosophy, politics, drugs, the works of Homer, literary classics, Books on theatre, many various topics. I find myself working through them at an average pace of probably around a book every 3 days. I'm finding I simply can't read enough, I can't gain enough information and I'm loving it, I'm just loving the process of learning, which makes a nice change from my school days.
With this increased access to knowledge and the increased amount of knowledge I'm gaining I find this great impulse to be more creative. To write more regardless of whether it be prose or poetry, fiction or non - fiction. However part of me thinks it would be wrong of me to write about a particular topic, as part of this learning process seems to be that the more I learn, is accompanied with a realisation of how much more there is that I don't know.
The answer I'm moving towards is to let go of straight forward and direct ideas, to be more creative and to not try and tackle a specific topic just yet. Instead to write creatively and try and master the use of language to create emotion or imagery as opposed to direct theoretical points. To paraphrase Socrates (pronounced So-crates for those uninitiated in Bill and Ted) "The poets no know what they speak of, it is those who read it, who interpret it that draw the meaning".
Sorry if this was boring, just a small musing.
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