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do you ever consider the amount of time spent on a work as contributing to the quality (quality not necessarily meaning good or bad but characteristic) of a piece of writing (your own or otherwise)? meaning, is there any additional consideration to be made about a piece of writing, other than nominally, if the amount of time spent on its creation is known? or does that knowledge only refer to generalizations made about other qualities supposedly consequent to time? and if amount of time is considered to impact anything, doesn’t then the use of time become unclear? i can imagine shorter periods of time, while usually referenced as evidence of laziness, to be better for a piece in that it more fully allows one state of mind to dominate and avoid paranoia. paranoia of course, would then be the negative result of a longer period of time spent on a piece of writing, whereas most would reference longer time as evidence of hardwork. i think some of the same mentalities are applied to other bare facts like age, level of schooling et cetera. go phillies.
if length == quality then why ever try to finish anything?
or is there some magic length maximum all work can achieve?
if length == quality then why ever try to finish anything?
or is there some magic length maximum all work can achieve?
In the case of endurance works I’m not sure about creation (re: Goldsmith), but there is something about the amound of time spent in there as a reader – When I was reading Tan Lin’s BLIPSOAK01 the longer the stint the more rewarding it was, the more it altered my conciousness/physiology(i’m not sure if that’s a metaphor or not).
Often with my own work I like the calousness of a piece that has just been shat out/thrown together – found text processed and pruned, with little thought, little care, precious little love.
In the case of endurance works I’m not sure about creation (re: Goldsmith), but there is something about the amound of time spent in there as a reader – When I was reading Tan Lin’s BLIPSOAK01 the longer the stint the more rewarding it was, the more it altered my conciousness/physiology(i’m not sure if that’s a metaphor or not).
Often with my own work I like the calousness of a piece that has just been shat out/thrown together – found text processed and pruned, with little thought, little care, precious little love.
Sometimes I’ve found an urgency from being inspired and putting down the idea immediately makes a piece more compelling, and that no matter how long or short the piece, if its compelling and comes from a passionate place, it will be good–aside from too much tinkering with the technicalities of it.
Sometimes I’ve found an urgency from being inspired and putting down the idea immediately makes a piece more compelling, and that no matter how long or short the piece, if its compelling and comes from a passionate place, it will be good–aside from too much tinkering with the technicalities of it.