If They Let Me Write Anything, it Would be This…

Summary

The author expresses a desire to write freely, without concern for grammar, spelling, or conventional standards, to capture the raw essence of human emotion and experience.

Abstract

The text is a reflective piece on the essence of writing and the author's personal aspirations. If given complete freedom, the author would choose to write with authenticity over perfection, embracing imperfections such as unconventional grammar and punctuation. The writing would be a blend of genius and roughness, incorporating slang, jargon, and controversial topics, aiming to evoke strong reactions and deep thought in readers. It would serve as a voice for the unspoken, leaving a lasting impact and potentially creating a cultural movement. The author believes that such writing, despite its flaws, would resonate with people's core feelings and could even revive the sense of aliveness in readers.

Opinions

The author values the emotional impact of writing over its technical correctness.
There is a belief that true connection with the audience comes from authenticity and rawness in writing.
The author suggests that writing should challenge norms and provoke thought, even at the risk of offending some readers.
Writing with freedom can lead to moments of brilliance and create a legacy beyond the writer's own limitations.
The author implies that writing should be a personal expression, reflecting one's own voice and experiences.
There is an opinion that writing can serve as a therapeutic outlet, potentially helping both the writer and the readers to understand themselves better.
The author seems to reject the idea that writing must adhere to traditional standards to be considered good or impactful.

Getting to the soul of a writer’s purpose

Work by author on Canva, original image credit JJ Ying

If I could write anything, it wouldn't be the best thing. It wouldn't be a masterpiece, a classic, a magnum opus. If I could write anything, it wouldn't even be that pretty. It wouldn't have perfect grammar or spelling, beleive.

If I could write anything, the thing I'd write would have commas, in the wrong places. But sentences would begin with "but" and "and." And no subject. I would leave weird spaces after ellipses … (curly parentheses {inside of parentheses}). My punctuation would be inconsistent. My word choice would sound off to many, or worse, to the host. I mean, to most.

If I could write anything, it would be kinda ugly. It would be crude and harsh, really slimy and posh. There would be moments of utter and brilliant genius ... Other times, you'd wonder if my head were on straight.

It would fasho sound like slang, if I could write anythang, or the most informal street talk. Jargon and complex inside jokes would fill the pages; this would piss some people off, but they just need some milk. I'd write curses and cusses and sh*tty sentences with "and" and there'd be drugs and sex; it'd be a story for kids.

I'm sure some would say that my writing sucks, but some would get it; the humans will get it.

Because if I wrote what I most want to, the thing I'm holding back, it would be what people feel, what no one could deny. It would be words that jump and claw at the face, that engrain into the eyes. The story, the poem, the rant would enchant. Songs would be written about it. A subculture would be born of it.

Something in it would stick with you until you die. A line, a quote of it would flash through your brain. The thing I’d write would be free despite my own limitations. It would leave me behind, taking a piece. It would thrive.

I’m not saying the thing I would write would be great — probably not even good, would it be. But it would be there to touch those who read it with joy, with love, with pain, with stress! It would make others think. It would speak for the unspoken. What I write would be a voice for those holding back. People would know themselves within this thing I’d contrived —

Yes, if I could write anything, it would make the dead remember how it feels to be alive.

Peace and love to the people.

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