It's hard to study Russian Literature and Chinese poetry without wanting to write a little bit for yourself.
Of course, when you compare yourself to the likes of Doestoevsky and Tolstoy the thought of writing anything is almost intimidating enough to stop me from continuing. Then again, Tolstoy wasn't equipped with the latest Macbook Pro and a highly useful copy of Microsoft word to help him find cheeky synonyms in times of great need. Saying that, one can't help but wonder how long War and Peace would have been if Tolstoy was privy to the latest technology available today. One also has to take a moment to ponder how long his Blackberry messages would be if he were to ever have got hold of Blackberry messenger...
'Hi Fyodor, I'm off to the shops with Anna's sister, you know... the one who's in love with the soldier Dmitri Whats-his-name-ovich, who's brother passed on his estate to the adopted son of a peasant's grandfather, and it was this grandfather who's wife's son recently had an affair with Irina, the young maiden who's father is a blacksmith. Anyway, you remember Anna's sister, don't you? Will be back at 2.30pm. Have we run out of Coco Pops?'
Oh yes Tolstoy, your complicated plots are more twisted than if Hollyoaks and Eastenders decided to merge into one programme called HollyEnders with all the writers writing the plot lines whilst high on crack.
A quick addition to the not above. If a lot of old Russian writers had access to the technology available today, would Gogol get pissed off with using Google? ('www.gogol.com....what? OH F**K IT!!')
Anyway, that's quite enough pointless natter for one night.
Until next time... x
Of course, when you compare yourself to the likes of Doestoevsky and Tolstoy the thought of writing anything is almost intimidating enough to stop me from continuing. Then again, Tolstoy wasn't equipped with the latest Macbook Pro and a highly useful copy of Microsoft word to help him find cheeky synonyms in times of great need. Saying that, one can't help but wonder how long War and Peace would have been if Tolstoy was privy to the latest technology available today. One also has to take a moment to ponder how long his Blackberry messages would be if he were to ever have got hold of Blackberry messenger...
'Hi Fyodor, I'm off to the shops with Anna's sister, you know... the one who's in love with the soldier Dmitri Whats-his-name-ovich, who's brother passed on his estate to the adopted son of a peasant's grandfather, and it was this grandfather who's wife's son recently had an affair with Irina, the young maiden who's father is a blacksmith. Anyway, you remember Anna's sister, don't you? Will be back at 2.30pm. Have we run out of Coco Pops?'
Oh yes Tolstoy, your complicated plots are more twisted than if Hollyoaks and Eastenders decided to merge into one programme called HollyEnders with all the writers writing the plot lines whilst high on crack.
A quick addition to the not above. If a lot of old Russian writers had access to the technology available today, would Gogol get pissed off with using Google? ('www.gogol.com....what? OH F**K IT!!')
Anyway, that's quite enough pointless natter for one night.
Until next time... x
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