WHAT’S PERFECTION?
Does perfection exist? We’re not machines and nowadays there’s GPT chat and others to write haikus, tv scripts and Phyton code. Are we going to stop writing just because of that?
The better stories and jokes, the simple ones told around a camp fire… I correct myself from this idea for the sole reason I read Sapiens after this entry.
The best stories, the ones we happen to come upon just by entering the world, are the ones of religion, History, law and in all cases, humanity. The stories about what we are, how we are and what we should do.
Stories that have had centuries to be passed around, discussed and even persecuted. It doesn’t matter how many loose ends they have, their narrative resources exceed the life time’s length.
They’ve got silences and onomatopoeias and clichés. Clichés we admire, despise or overlook but we never ignore. The handsome some god’s child, the impossibly double bound virgin Mary (seductive because she is a virgin and seductive because we know she isn’t a virgin), the merchant who listened to a god’s voice turned into prophet, the idea of a country we need to belong to, the idea that progress always goes forward and it’s always better, the notion of being better than… any other thing that isn’t human.
IS PERFECTION WORTH IT?
Between us and the programme? I guess the programme is to win. The AI can write faster than I and I write really slowly. And not as many words as others. The programme needs a shorter amount of time to go and polish the story to the extent that all those other perfectionned stories have had the time to be polished by centuries.
A mortal person has to sit down and dream. Whether or not with a layout. In occasion, waste time talking to people. Living. Thinking hard how this and that character would react so the plot won’t feel like the “Cincinnati Kid[1]” girl who would take a pair of scissors and cut out the puzzle pieces for them to fit into the puzzle.
We have to round our pebbles as fast as we can; with glass shards in such a long beach others have left their own pebbles. Some bigger and prettier than others. I think we writers want to leave behind, at least one of those. A shiny rounded pebble.
Thus perfection is worth it. Pasto kalo.
[1] A movie I couldn’t finish watching for reasons I can’t remember but had nothing to do with it being boring.
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