Wednesday, February 22, 2012

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A heron on a branch above the river Dodder at Terenure. Taken today around four o'clock.

6 comments:

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Anonymous said...

Mr. Coiri Filiochta
I have found NO OTHER way to contact you. I was hoping for a public email account through which to communicate but must settle instead for this comment box with only sincere hopes that you will read this.

I am a an American college student that has grown very disillusioned with the “higher” education system and its quality. Worse still, I am attending a technical college and will soon run out of money with which to afford even that.
You are the greatest wordsmith I have found who is not dead, and it is your level of skill that I desperately wish to attain. My talent may be well above average at the fast-food style out house my town calls a technical school, but it is infantile compared to the Greats that I have always admired and ached to emulate.
Unfortunately, beyond a higher education I can not afford (I refuse to bury my future with the unholy haunting of student loans) and that might very well be a waste of cash anyway, I have no idea how to achieve your level of skill.

So, this young man who has only ever desired to be an author beseeches you: How do I broaden and strengthen my abilities to equal those of exceptional writers such as yourself?

Please contact me at angelicvmpr@yahoo.com with your much longed for response.

Coirí Filíochta said...

Dear Anonymous

Being but a humble blogger without an audience to speak of, an ex-scuffler on the cobbles of Cyberville labouring in long-winded phrases of the prosecuting doctoral student seeking to re-invigorate a dying dream; reading your kind words has given me a little top of faith in the spiritual efficacy of this literary vision all neophytes nurture prior to attaining the skill of speaking sweetly the song within our heart.

As for advising you on how to broaden and strengthen your abilities to equal those you admire and ache to emulate, I can only suggest writing, one word at a time, which hopefully will lead you to the well of poetic self where your soul resides, glittering ineffably and within which can be found, the verse and lay, rann and rhyme that sing the essential note behind the mind behind the hand behind the man behind the I.

On a more prosaic note, the truth is all anyone can do if they want to be an author, is to write, one word at a time. It's as simple as that. Once you have done 10,000 hours of it, so the theory goes, you will have attained your chops.

Read Pliny Younger's letters, the Betty Radice translation, to get a sense of how it's done elegantly, with modesty and the skill you seek.

Good luck, and thanks very much for your kind words.

Anonymous said...

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you, Sir. You can’t imagine how much it means to me that you’ve lent your help and encouragement. I eagerly anticipate reading what you have suggested and hope only that I am bright enough to make full use of it.
Again, thank you very much.

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