Who I am?_ a way deep question, in deed…
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world. _Albert Einstein
Getting the hell out of the way
So, I am an autodidact writer, and enough an artiste, with an unleashed imagination, yet I can’t claim that; it is too pretentious to would-be writer for me, with my broken English, for I need all my soul to get that Blues out of my heart, and the words in my mind, to put them on paper. God bless the broken roads.
Read my other blogs: Mackeen_The Algerian Goldfinch, MySlouguiBlog, My Secondhand Blog, Bloggissimo…will you?
Please, consider this:
” perhaps it will become apparent to you that you are indeed called to be a writer. Then, accept that fate; bear its burden and its grandeur without asking for a reward, which possibly comes from without.” _Those are Rilke’s words. They should be yours, too
Maybe then, you catch a glimpse of who I am.
_Call me, Kalimelo, or ” Call me, Ishmael…”
Thanks, “Care you come back for a little Dickens “
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