Ramblin' Man

     As a perspective writer, as well as an easily frustrated man, writer's block is one of the most difficult struggles to develop. Oddly enough, it is also one of the most commonly felt struggles of my life. What the Hell am I going to write about?
     So as I lay here in my bed, listening to geniuses like Tom Petty and Van Morrison sing their poetry; glaring at novellas written by the famous Hemingway; staring into a dimly lit laptop screen; I realize that the only reason I am finding something to write about, is because I am writing about absolutely nothing.
     I find it hard to believe that with all the distractions in today's world, anyone can find the serenity, or even a suitable environment to write anything that could amount to the genius of past generations. Is it possible? Have we run out of things to write about? Is it just me? Or maybe is it the fact that every generation until today has had something to write about?
     Hemingway had it easy: the Twenties; the Great War; Indians, pioneers-- the unknown was still unknown. Everything has been discovered now, and even if that's a lie, the second we discover something new, everyone decides that it's not that interesting anyway. Current events are only current for a matter of hours. Then they turn into the butt of jokes in online memes or Vines. Pop culture is a disgrace; the only people society cares about are the ones making fools of themselves in music videos (cough Miley Cyrus cough), or the ones who are...different...
     Don't get me wrong, I think being different is great, but there's a fine line between being "different" and just being plane strange. Lady Gaga for instance: one can only make dresses out of so many foods before it gets old. The difference I enjoy is in the people who step out of their comfort zone to create something great. The ones who aren't afraid to look back at the greats like Hemingway, James Dean, Sinatra even, all the artists that created America as an art. The people that I want to be associated with are the ones who are creating a renaissance; looking back at what was good, learning from what was and terrible, and creating what is awesome.
     I suppose this is why I am rambling. I wanted to get down to the fact that I have decided to write my six page narrative essay on the great Frank Turner: a modern poet, musician, and artist, without whom I would not be the person that I am today. I would not have the same friends; I would not have the same hobbies; hell, I wouldn't even be going to Fairfield if it weren't for this guy. I don't literally owe him my life, but in a sense, I do.