Too bad, no big deal.
planes burn and I say "redemption" twice. This is what dreams are made.
blogs and literature, this is not the same thing. It fails to blogs a worldview, a driving idea, and especially the literary construction required to write a novel.
I read blogs and I read Jack London's Martin Eden. Must understand that blogs and literature, this is not the same thing.
Martin Eden is a popular medium. He believes that culture elevates the soul and it is beauty, cleanliness, wealth, it brings all these benefits and it flourish. But he discovers that the money buys the bourgeoisie culture and appropriates it, at least in appearance. Because it is often a veneer. But Martin believes that culture is an aesthetic contemplation that each individual is able to experience. He discovered that most culture is worthless in itself, it is the value we give it. Martin exist because it is published, it will become a writer and social status that is what will make him an intellectual genius. Before this recognition, it was nothing. The public will give its value. Outside of that and before that, he and his writings were nothing to them. But it is no longer what it had desired. Martin Eden discovers that culture should have stayed single, she is lonely. And he is alone. And he wants to sleep, forever. Love does not exist and the literature has no soul.
is a moving book. The bloggers
write for themselves, it's a done deal ... No one today could be as disappointed as Martin was, as every blogger knows the value it accords to itself. If Martin Eden had been blogger, he would not deified as literature.
blogs, basically, it's brutal poetry.
