No Manifestos... Yet
I wanted to greet the world informally. I've been reading some random blogs recently in hopes of generating some ideas about how I'd like to orient mine, and I'm still not sure yet. I'm too precise to allow my thoughts to simply spill out across the page in stream-of-conscienceness fashion -- I can't help backspacing to revise.
Anyway, I'm sure I'll find a focus. I have a myriad of interests to choose from: writing, photography, poetry, filmmaking, guitar, chess, architecture, crosswords, art, books, and, of course, frozen concentrated orange juice. (Trading Places, anyone?) ...*sigh* I guess I could add quoting obscure film dialogue to that as well.
This alley is not as dark as all that. I would equate blogging with some sort of digital meeting of minds. If blogs are a manifestation of our conscienceness, at once individual and self-contained, idiosyncratic, peculiar, flawed, eccentric, diverse, and wonderful, then those dark alleys are really just what separate us from one another and make us distinct; certainly nothing to fear. I'm thinking of everyone's personal heavens in "What Dreams May Come", and for that reason, Cuba Gooding Jr. will never be allowed to post here. However, a more elegant reference might be found in Willie Perdomo's terrific poem "Crazy Bunch Barbecue". Check out the link to read it in full... http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/aa052301b.htm If blogs are a sort of digital graffiti, maybe it is how it states it in the finale of the piece, that we are "...writing on the wall/ and telling the world/ that we were here forever"
Anyway, I'm sure I'll find a focus. I have a myriad of interests to choose from: writing, photography, poetry, filmmaking, guitar, chess, architecture, crosswords, art, books, and, of course, frozen concentrated orange juice. (Trading Places, anyone?) ...*sigh* I guess I could add quoting obscure film dialogue to that as well.
This alley is not as dark as all that. I would equate blogging with some sort of digital meeting of minds. If blogs are a manifestation of our conscienceness, at once individual and self-contained, idiosyncratic, peculiar, flawed, eccentric, diverse, and wonderful, then those dark alleys are really just what separate us from one another and make us distinct; certainly nothing to fear. I'm thinking of everyone's personal heavens in "What Dreams May Come", and for that reason, Cuba Gooding Jr. will never be allowed to post here. However, a more elegant reference might be found in Willie Perdomo's terrific poem "Crazy Bunch Barbecue". Check out the link to read it in full... http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/aa052301b.htm If blogs are a sort of digital graffiti, maybe it is how it states it in the finale of the piece, that we are "...writing on the wall/ and telling the world/ that we were here forever"
posted by ruby maser at 4/29/2005 02:19:00 AM
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