Sourav “Teddy” Biswas
& Karen Hayward (Guest Writer)
“The pen is mightier than the sword” ~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1839
A famous quote, a fleeting moment’s recognition as we momentarily think of the chaos in this world. We ponder the capabilities of ink versus a live bullet and if imaginations allow, we visually explore the carnage of red ink as it spills. Rarely do we pause to consider the mightiness of the pen; the many adventures it takes us on, the stories of love it fills us with, or the hope it gives us as we read the struggles of survival in a battered world. And even rarer still, do we consider the bearer of the pen, the mighty writer. We are capable of rewriting the atrocities of history, creating an entire universe, and simplifying the affairs of the heart, yet, rarely do we have a recognizable face within society.
Our world is not fueled by promises of limelight, sparkles or popularity. We are often the faceless strangers you cross the road to avoid; some of us are misfits, others are the girl next door. Yet, in our faceless wonder, we have the ability to transport our readers to inner peace…or turmoil depending on what you choose. We are the invisible superheroes, our powers transport you to another universe and beyond. The sole belief in our dreams fuel the powers we posses. We can be stripped of the materialistic possessions of society, and catastrophe can stand upon our doorstep, but our minds will never be deprived of the dreams that drive our passion to write.
Search the internet for qualities of creative writers, you will find the term, ‘introvert’, sitting there proudly. But what is an introvert? This simply means that we (writers/ poets, etc…) often have a preference for observing behavior rather than participating. We can appear to be quirky, lonesome creatures. However, in reality we love to explore the relationships occurring within the diverse universe; we are comfortable in the background, where whispers can be heard and body language can be observed. It is often believed that poets wish to live in complete solace in some far out land beneath emerald skies. This is true for many poets; we would give up everything for such solitude. But like all artists, our souls yearn to be among our own. We feed from humanity and re-energize in the spaces between their words.
Poet and writer Teddy, was recently asked what is required of a writer, Teddy’s response was, “It’s nothing beyond that bare skin but everything within.” That’s the truth of our story. The truth that, when you go on a journey in our world, we make sure you leave your world behind. In every book you read; not a stone is unturned or untouched where we make you see it and feel it. We allow you to experience every aspect of the page; from the scent of jasmine on the breeze, to the stale cigarette smoke lingering in the morning dew. It’s the vibe of the experience that goes beyond the realm of reality and science–we make it happen inside of you. Best part! You entrust your imagination with a total stranger who encapsulates you with nothing more than vision infused in words.
How, then, do we socialize? What corner of the world belongs to us? Poetry communities such as those found on G+, Facebook, WordPress, etc… are growing at a tremendous rate. These communities allow poets to share and showcase their work within environments that encourages growth, interaction and positive feedback. Social status, nationality, and gender are left far behind, and writers are judged only on the magical words we place upon the page. Interaction among the members is actively encouraged, and this is where the magic lays. Poetic friendships are being forged within these communities as previously lone poets are discovering a shared love. The experienced teaches the newbie, as renegade poets are teaching the old schools. Suddenly, the communities of poets and writers from across the world are uniting, scribbling, typing and ultimately making the world ride the waves to peace and prosperity.
In the silent ink of our pens, we create a spectacular display; the essence of metamorphosis. From the shadows of solitude, we can whisper upon the page that the ancient voice of nature that vibrates at a frequency so few can hear. Yet, every writer understands it, and in the twilight hours, whilst the world slumbers, we place more onto the page, for you, the reader. We share with the world the scent of rain, the taste of love, the beauty of untrodden paths, and we do this from the silence of our solitude; between cold cups of tea, half eaten sandwiches and tears of despair.