I really do. Take my grandfather. He was dying, you know. So I wrote him a poem. I wrote it in my head on the bus, where I am frequently mistaken for an insane man. (It's because I mumble and count syllables on my fingers.) I called it Autumn Man, and I was very proud of it.
And then one day the 7:30 girl from three stops down (she's gorgeous. I can tell she's smart too - all those textbooks) gave me such a suspicious, pitying look, that I hauled out my notebook and wrote the thing down. Just so I LOOKED like I was doing something normal, you know.
And then I read it. And re-read it. And it was a cliché. All about harvest and setting suns and how good it is to die when you are right with God and your fellow man. That's the thing about clichés. They aren't trite because they're false, but because they're true. Hundreds of idiots have written the same poem I did, just as hundreds of girls have written little journal entries about the creepy crazy guy who's stalking them on the bus/stagecoach/footpath.
The tragic comedy of the matter is that I'm still proud of the poem. It says exactly what I felt. It says it as well as I can put it down, and I mean every word. The truly comic part is that my Grandfather DIDN'T die, and I'm still absurdly proud of it, and still feel it with all my heart.
As far as I'm concerned, the cliché is God's joke on us authors. Good authors hide their chliches with flair and cunning. Poor ones spout them out, apologetically, stuttering, counting the syllables, counting them wrong.
I love clichés. I love clichés like a child loves shiny stones.
- See! See! This one I found by the water's edge! (It's quartz, dear.)
- See how it shines? It's so pretty.
(You have an entire shelf full of quartz. You keep finding pretty stones. The creek is full of them. Throw it back.)
- But it's so shiny! Can I keep it? Please?
(*sigh* OK. Keep it, if it makes you happy.)
Oh it does. And "the man who is content with what he has is as rich as an Emperor."
| Well this really dosen't need critiques now does it? but i think its a lovlely sentiment and i wholeheartedly agree. by striving so hard to be original, we can become conformists. maybe chliches are used so often simply because they work. they have worth and that worth has stood the test of time so we all can relate.|
And while i'm not sure i have journal/diary entires about strange writer-men stalking me on the bus, i suppose that i am prone to my own little bouts of chiche-ness (thats a word right? :>) I often find that romance is the subject that holds so many of those been-there-done-that instances but the magic never dies because YOU relate at that moment.
I've often been told that a lot of my work ties into too many clichés. while i take all comments with a grain of salt and strive to make my style original, it is hard to make your subject unique because, when you come down to it, Its all been done, now hasn't it?
Wow- what a long and pointless rambling! :)
|| Posted on 2006-05-05 00:00:00 | by Sasha Lynn | [ Reply to This ] || I think it's sad that only one person has commented on this, and you have 23 views. Very, very sad. Because this is very nice. Isn't this a plight of all authors? Cliches are clichés because they're true, but you're right. The true duty of an author is not to make new ideas, but rather to remold the old ones. To reboot the clichés, dust them off, and give them, if not new meaning, new life.|
You put it better though. Love the metaphor with the stones.
|| Posted on 2006-01-14 00:00:00 | by Clarkie | [ Reply to This ] || oh i forgot to check to see what kind of commentary you wanted... well lets see if i can bash this...|
*gets baseball bat and nine iron*
wham, crash, bang, boom... ker-plunk...
damn, i broke my nine iron...
i guess i cant bash this one... its just too freaking great...
PEACE and LOVE, greg
|| Posted on 2005-12-10 00:00:00 | by geherald | [ Reply to This ] || awesome... its perfect and nails the essence of the cliché right on the metaphorical head...|
i couldnt have done better myself... and i probably wouldnt have tried... now i think i'll have to submit my poem called 'clichés' so keep an eye out for it, i think you'll like it
oh and i loved the ending conversation with the little girl... it really brought me back to real life and away from my own clichés and it made me laugh...
thanks for sharing, this is truly original and well done...
PEACE and LOVE, greg
|| Posted on 2005-12-10 00:00:00 | by geherald | [ Reply to This ] |