Staccato 

Shabby work, he said. So fucking what? I protest against this insistence on perfection. I've always believed in not being constrained by anything, especially not time. Why then should I give in to conventions of something as restrictive as language (psst I have no idea where the commas go in this sentence).

I don't want to use commas where they should be simply because it's stifling. Hmm yes it could be argued that the reader may find it difficult to follow. My point is why shouldn't the reader get off his/her lazy butt and get the implicit meanings without artificial crutches. Implicit's not good for him either. Subtlety apparently has no place in journalism. Maybe its better not to know too much then. No fear then of hidden meanings.

Of course there should exist rules for those who want them to order their lives. For others like me who prefer disarray over anything else, nobody should be allowed to force romance out of language. Whether for impact or otherwise, all kinds of writing must flourish if only for the sake of variety.

Writing is an art. I'm not disputing that. And like all art it must follow convention to be privileged. I refuse to cave in. Besides I don't mind being shabby at times and good at others ...whatever strikes my fancy. I want to decide.