Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The title of this post has nothing to do with its content. That's the influence of Modernism on my writing. I'm pondering more on the subject of accounts. Those instances that allow you to become closer to wholeness. Those encounters, readings-I had to stop and think-those moments that the unfortunate miss. The accounts Wordsworth suggest'd help'd to shape his creativity. I don't think fear determines my movements. There still exist a wanting of certainty; to eliminate any source of doubt.