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A Poem by halfnhalf
Posted: Feb 7, 2010
This is my first published piece of writing on Booksie....
Tags:imagination, revelation, eric, metamorphosis, harrell, ericharrell
A Novel by halfnhalf
Posted: Feb 28, 2010
Life at its best. Life at its worst. A compilation of...
A Poem by halfnhalf
Posted: Feb 7, 2010
This is my first published piece of writing on Booksie....
I am always seeking to improve the skills that define my own style of life.
Hey,
I'm assuming you're reading this because you have a genuine interest in me, so I'm gonna make this short; that way you'll hopefully use my writings or a more personal way (I.e. Contact me through email: eharrell92@gmail.com) to gather information on me.
My name is Eric. I am the son of a now deseased Boxing Club owner (father) and a nurse/former IBM employee (mother). My father has been a big influence on my life, he died when I was in middle school and my reaction to his death shaped me. My dad had prepared me for death though there was no purpose, so that when the time came, I was prepared. What I found was initial heartbreak followed by...apathy. Don't get me wrong (cliche :) ), I loved my dad and I still think that he lived a very interesting life; I was and still am very proud of my dad. Where people expected grief, I met with nonchalance and a smile. I do not mourn my father's passing but rather celebrate his existence and influence. His death has shaped my view on life and on death itself: I do not fear my own death, I rather celebrate the understanding of my existence and try to give my life purpose. Thus my purpose for ultamately writing a book: to influence others, live a life where I can touch others and give them some type of knowledge, some meaning or confort in their lives, and live on in their expereince thus transcending my existence and making my mark on humanity/time.
I have had many influences in my life, literature and songs being of recent but in the past, people that I've known have really been the biggest influence. There are so many it would take forever to list and I doubt I could carry that out, which I have my good memory to credit for but my terrible time management skills to blame. My eighth grade teacher, Mr. Garda was one influence. For a middle school teacher, he brought a university attitude and teaching of the world to my class. I have the dream to become a Neural Surgeon and instead of just wishing me hope or reminding me that a very ardous journey is ahead of me, he suggested that I take microbiology in University, that it would be a field that would be very important in the near future. Mr. Garda also taught me of understanding and the power of diversity, being South African, I later realized that these were veyr important values to him and I have taken them to heart ever since. I have been fortunate to have the best literature teachers in my high school years, they were all very laid back but when it came down to work, they would push you to strive for your best, improve but always in a unique and very personal way. My 11th grade English Lit teacher, Mr. Fetterman was one person who appreciated my work the most. He valued my opinions and gave me the confidence to continue my writing outside of school (which I had already done but in moderation). Since then, I've been addicted to writing. Sure I have my bad days where writing seems like a chore, or days where I'd rather relax but things in life, whether they are music or drawing has always brought me back to the root: back to writing.
Well, it seems I've written alot, so I'm going to cut this short and force you to interact with me. Writers tend to write much don't they? Well at least, thats the way I am. Just before we part ways though this impersonal way to talking to you (reader whoever you are), I would like to state two opinions of mine. The first is that I respect my writing, no matter how un-edited or crappy it may seem today, I will always respect it tomorow. I am proud of anything that I write and that as a courtesy to me, I would like you to read my writings with commitment. Devour the words even if you don't like them, and read them with care, give them the respect that I give them because they took both time and effort to prepare and put down. Thank you, reader. My second opinion pertains to this biography you are reading at the moment (so wanted to abbreviate there, haah). This biography is me, or rather a part of me. It is what I think at this moment and so it may change tomorow but I feel its quite adequete; I am proud of it. There is no way, this piece of writing can define me nor tell you everything about me since, well...its really hard to capture your entire life in a few paragraphs or pages, it dosen't mean that it dosen't define a part of me. A collection of writing can tell you as much as they want you to know but it can never tell you everything about them but whatever amount they choose to tell you will be adequete to them but should never be adequete for you to know them completely.
What I'm trying to say is...consider my writings, give them respect as you read them (even if you dislike them), finish them and give me your honest opinions and if you want to know more about me, do not be afriad nor lazy enough to because to use just writing to define them while they are still alive without their knowledge is a sin, and personally, if you had enough motivation to want to know me, then I would definately want to know you.
Bye, I appreciate the time you spend to read this little bio here.
halfnhalf
Side Note: I have a tendency to use many "..." as pauses in speeches and even narations. I feel like they give purpose and a great ideal of significance to a seen or speech, they are effective tools in my writing and should not be overlooked in the slight. Thanks ~