walterdoege

world is not only a word…what can I do with words?…write…as a writer I have nothing to say, so, I write…and read…I am also a reader…I love to talk lively conversations, long dialogues, even with few words…and as a writer’s commentary, those who read my writings, just read them…i don’t know what I write…nor I understand my literature…art is not for reasoning…for understanding, but for touching the human goodness…sometimes I guess about beginning another blog…I named it ‘Literature Compass’, but I’ll not do this…although I write and read literary issues and books and magazines and journals, I founded here a home…to share goodness…my writings are just to be read…sensed somehow, but no reasoning…it’s no a matter of opinion, but enjoyment…it’s  not a matter of agreements or not…I am not writing opinions, I hope…I am not writing about writing…I’m not writing about you…I am writing for you, reader…from me…it’s someway my life writing…well, I write at other places literary issues…not here…here is a home, a lovely home…I am not strictly a blogger, but a writer, even though, I acknowledge blogging as a new contemporary tool for writing…literature must be near all people…literature must reach all people…books must be near hand and souls…e books are good tools…although I love to touch a book, sense its perfum…sense its presence…and as the editor of my blog, I delete literary comments…I must be not always right…what is to be right in art practice?, what is to be right in literature task?…some awards?…not for me…I don’t like competition…and when I see an unwritten page…or a blanck digital screen, I feel not a challenge…the challenge somehow is just begin to write the first words…and phrases…I feel an opportunity to share literature…uppermost, to share lovely words and sentiments with you…this is not a no-reply message, but an invitation the listen the songs in fiction writing…fiction, that old lullaby…to support unkind news and facts…to keep on going the longing love road…so, this is a home…you are welcome…to share love…art is a lovely labour, a lovely work, for a better living…a lovely daily living…this blog is a home…of art…of lovely people…and so lovely friends!…I steadly keep my loving road…with you, because without you, why do i should write?…I am not a winner prize, an awarded writer…and I will not…I don’t want any thing, but lovely share of lovely art…the amount of spam is the amount of misreading, and no reading…the point is…there’s no pint, but an opportunity to listen other writers and artists…common people, true artists, if good will and work…I keep trustful in human goodness…no matter the opinon…life writing makes matter…write too, and publish…its a home…at nowadays, writers work is hard, although less painful to publish…if internet is good for art, it’s good for lovely living…if not, I use the internet merely as a tool, for my old fashion writing…although media change text, the writing literature is free…after internet, before internet…I’m not modern, but this is near a literary comment…I write romance…slowly…and fast…fiction…I sense i am also a dreamer…dreaming writings to you, from me…for me too…I am my main obstacle, and my main root…this is a home…back to home…back up all of us…to stay alive in…and enjoy any moment…art is love expression, just enjoy, its so much love for so many blue and joyous tears…less thinking…less understanding…much love