In one of his dialogues, Ion, Socrates confronts a orator of Homer and proceeds to question him about his talent. Where does the muse of art come from? After a long debate, short by Socratic standards, an understanding is reached: Homer got his talent through being possessed by the gods, and the orator, Ion, gets his through being possessed by Homer. It sounds nice and mystical; ghosts, after all! Yet, I find myself struggling against just this effect. When I read, I read without measure, I fall in literary lust with an author and spend every possible moment devouring his works. What I've found, however, is that the act of reading that unique styling possess my thinking. The kind of facts, structures, and details native to the author in question begin to seem natural to me, and not only that I begin to try and write like the work I'm reading too. For all intents and purposes, I'm possessed.
Granted, considering that I'm reading the classics this is hardly a bad affect. However, it feels an awful lot like cheating. And, really, I want my voice. Has anybody else met this problem? How, or have you, dealt with it?
Granted, considering that I'm reading the classics this is hardly a bad affect. However, it feels an awful lot like cheating. And, really, I want my voice. Has anybody else met this problem? How, or have you, dealt with it?