creating a style

 at one point in my earthly existence, i was at a loss for words. no matter the effort, i could not express myself in standard, English sentences.

 on a page.

it was like PSTD for a Creative, the frustrating mess of this world invading my creative space and leaving me impotent. It was like having semantic constipation, I could squeeze out a phrase, a word, a series of poetic words, but no semantic flow that constitutes prose.

so i wrote poetry, that hyper-emotional, but terse, word-flow. some of it made sense. some of it, i will admit, made little sense. 

to express myself, i fought Shakespearean license, that habit of creating new words or words one never uses. unfortunately, like a good boy ignoring the chocolate fudge on the plate, i eventually gave in to the desire, and out came the good, the bad, and the poetic. 

when my world became more settled, and the semantic flow more normal, the prosaic and the poetic came out of the word grinder in a form i did not recognize...it smacked of prose with a serious dose of poetic. too much alliteration. assonance on steroids. rebelling against fifth grade grammar. streams of consciousness with more dots than morse code. i recognized it for what it consisted of- poetic fiction.

and while it is one of the styles i write in, it is not the complete image of my work, it is not the collected works, nor can it ever be. I cannot imagine millions of readers plowing through Finnegan's Wake (the book, not the song) or The Silmarillion. No, I don't envision a movement, since it is not ever an "easy read," but I would be tickled if it did produce more than one other such author, so the form is not so much an anomaly in this present age.