The Writer's Intent
The Writer’s Intent
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The job of a writer is to engage his reader. Seducing them with crafted words and phrases, and imparting the subject matter with an original viewpoint is our task. Sparking the reader’s imagination to visualise and empathise with the writer’s intent is just as important.
Poetry is in a way a microcosm of creative writing. In this genre, we have to convey succinctly our meaning and intent with words and phrases that not only impart meaning, but texture and impact. In this respect, there is no room for padding, and only the right word smithing will do.
The challenge of poetry has always been a personal love affair for me, relishing the unique and often quirky use of language to impart my message. For a writer it also helps with developing vocabulary and being able to experiment with phraseology. Poetry I think is a necessary addition to a writer’s work, regardless of what that is. It is like pumping iron for your biceps; keeps the brain strong.
Someone the other day made some disparaging comment about me being able to appear however I wanted to appear, in writing of course. This was about talking to someone you don’t really know over the internet. In a way she was right. On-line writers are like actors. We can write the script to any scenario, and don’t have to act per say. Our words are our character and how we express ourselves can be chosen. That’s not to say I’m deceitful; I was angry at the suggestion. I’m nothing but myself in those situations
Having said all that, I guess she had a point and writers do have an impact on readers, our expertise in language our trade. So I wrote the following poem, tongue-in-cheek for my accuser. I hope you like it.
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Paradoxically, I strive for hypocrisy
and watch all the judgements fall,
While I grab your balls tightly with words so enlightening,
you are my puppet and pawn.
To be mused by my banter, confused by my canter
and thoroughly dragged through my mind,
So twisted, delicious and aesthetically scrumptious,
my pleasure your trite mental pain.
Through stories and visions a woven provision,
an elegant phrase in refrain,
A meaningful quote and a thought to evoke
and you can but submit to my way.
A writer, a poet, a human exposure,
Creativity bound in white flesh.
A wordsmith of calling, with ideas so enthralling,
I capture your heart and your death.