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I, ancient having studied, opened the road ? About imitation.

... In one solar or cloudy morning he understood what disturbed him smother, without finding a way out: lines... lines... lines... beautiful and not really, rhymed and without rhyme.

He understood that he is a poet, but not the plumber, the tailor or the cook.

Presented torment of the soul to paper. The sixth sense understood - something not as masters have words. For long days it was closed in library... also heavy process of search of the congenial poet began. SEARCH of the SPIRITUAL TEACHER! And it is unimportant how many to this person was years at that time...

Protection one of Galaxy torches - to Du Bella - incidentally fell of me into hands. Carried away statements about imitations and the appeal to imitating: First of all, it is necessary that he was able to learn the forces and to check that to him on a shoulder; let him diligently investigate own nature and will resort to imitation the one whom he will feel most to it to relatives, otherwise its imitation will be similar to imitation of a monkey .

Unless there is no wisdom in these words?! I will give vent to the imagination: in one solar or cloudy morning he (that person) will feel the forces and will come off object of imitation. Also will fly up, will fly up, maybe, much above the teacher...

So why at once to chop off to it wings (I will use a stamp!) statements of type (I quote one writer, the spelling is kept): ... quite often the person with a poetchesky string in soul, taking the first steps in creativity, begins with involuntary reproduction of the most trite stamps, their obtained verses of other poets. Iiiiiiiiz - for lack of education and taste stamps are also considered as poetry. Use of stamps has to be nepremnno rashchblacheno, is derided, condemned .

To du Bella in the theory proceeds from Socrates`s principle learn yourself . And to learn this itself, unclear, inexplicable, with any troubles, the talent is necessary too. Who now with confidence can tell: I know myself ? The choice of a role model - in some degree disclosure of own opportunities, flavoring preferences, and it is also a step to knowledge of.

I do not propagandize stupid, thoughtless imitation and to Du Bella called that monkey but you, dear Reader, understood me... By the way, again from Ronsar:

I, ancient having studied, opened the road,

the Order gave to phrases, to a syllable,

Ya the system of poetry found a variety...

By the way if there was no imitation, unless such genres and forms how the ode, the sonnet, a triolet, the rondeau would remain presently?!

But... still about stupid, thoughtless imitation ...

I knew more than a year this woman on one literary website (I do not tell the name, by the way, there is no name there and at all, only a nickname). Its prose especially was not allocated, but such well-aimed, metaphoric lines causing my admiration sometimes came across. Several months did not visit its page, and yesterday... examined new work. Asked a question - whether and new it? Somewhere it was already read by me...

The text represented the metaphrase of one book. A few years ago in Moscow Metro (I do not know, how now) black posters with the image of the golenky kid which person rassecheno hung. And an inscription (I definitely do not remember, I will convey meaning): Rescue me, Mother! The Book with a takimzha the name and the image appeared on seats in cars day by day. I read it, fighting back tears. It was told about the formed child in mother`s womb, about his feelings from his name.

Date. Mother, I had volosik, they such soft, fair-haired today. Other date. Mine mother with the father, probably, think how to call me, but they do not know that I am a green-eyed beautiful girl. Date. My parents went to hospital, the doctor told that I develop normally. Date. Today mother killed me...

And here, the same, only in the look reduced to a minimum, about several days, I read at my acquaintance. And tens of delighted reviews of work: it is experienced touched to tears .

Unpleasant feeling as if caught the thief in the act, and the thief - that was the familiar person... Wanted to write: Whether you the author is That books...?? But left silently... Also I will not return... precisely...