Stream of consciousness?

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I have been accused of such.  Accused?  Well, until one has some handle on a new concept, it must be bad.  At least, in a pessimistic manner, until things are sorted.  No, pessimism isn't my only stand or method, just a safe place to start, as often as I need and when I so desire, or the mood strikes me.  Believe as you wish, I will do as I like.  Still, the idea befuddled me.  Yes.  I understand the words.  First I had to see if the words were to be literally interpreted as a term or if there was a specific nomenclature, specifically in this case or given to them within the realm of the literary.

I can't say that I completely get the notion.  Only a few of the authors credited with this style are, or have been, read.  All of them were read long ago.  The Telltale Heart, by E.A. Poe wherein the style is foreshadowed, Ulysses by J. Joyce I believe, various (or all) short stories by A. Chekhov, and The Sound and Fury by W. Faulkner.  Urhm, if memory serves.  Those were read somewhere between my preteens and early teens, however.  So memory simply doesn't serve to answer.  And, while the term seems to stand in a literal manner within the literary world, it is also rather vague.  Imagine explaining the eating of peanutbutter by a dog without indicating physical action, dog, or peanutbutter.  Well, that is how it seems to me.

By the way...  I was surprised to see Poe, again, as a precursor in the literary field.  He was also the first author to develop murder mysteries.  As well, a poet of no small fame and regard.  He was a college drop-out.  Urhm... go figure.  Some say it was Poe that put America on the world literary stage, something all of his peers combined failed to do.  I'm not sure if that is a good thing, if you have any notion of the literary world as a social group.  But as an art-form, perhaps...  Yes... I will acknowledge, that if such is true, it would be a great thing.  Poe is more than horror, if a... troubled man.  Hmm, aren't we all?  *le sighe*  I had actually, by eight, read most of his material.  Though I continued to be fascinated by it until the start of my teen years.  Becoming tiresome, I moved on, but have returned from time to time.

In any case, I think I am growing on the notion.  I think I like the sound of it.  However, I can take no credit for it.  While some, perhaps, aim at such a writing technique I simply write.  And that is simply how I write.  Even that isn't actually the truth.  I write what, and how, I think.  I do not do it as a literary form, I do it because I don't have the energy to organize or target some actual, or other, belletristic from.  Which... makes the whole thing confusing to me, in a way.  Doesn't everybody think almost exactly this way?  So... what is exceptional about writing in a way that is so familiar to so many in such a bland and intimate way?  Is it merely the act of putting something so dry and dull to media?  Is it that very safe familiarity?  Not that my writing is in the class of those above, mind you, just... thinking out loud.  As usual, it seems.  Bleh.

Oh, just... having a morning chuckle, at my expense.  A dog with peanutbutter, only I am the dog.  Again.  *woof*

Later.