A REAL HUMAN BEING!
And guess what?! This real human actually SAW ME with his/her eyes and mind open, and asked AN INTELLIGENT QUESTION!!!!! MY GOD!! How I have missed you!!
(I am dancing! I am spinning around! I am drunk and happy!)
For context, they said in response to my poem I wrote about turning 30:
Enough. Let's get down to business and try to address this comment:
First. It is true, I haven't posted much lately. Without getting into the ramifications of divorce, I'll just say, yo, I've been busy. a'ight? But I assure you, this obsession I have with crafting communication out of language based on this random series of fleshy mental impulses, I doubt will be stopping any time soon.
But then again, this person is researching autobiographies, which assumes a context somewhat larger than a week or two of a person's life. And so I must respond on even a grander level:
The post that is refered to is actually the first "song" I have tried to write. I wrote it to match the melody of "The Entertainer" by Billy Joel -- I admit -- so I could go to my local karioke bar and impress the ladies with my totally original, rap-master lyrics. My motives for creativity are so shallow, I suppose.
But luckily, and thank God, I do not intend to stop here. I have come a long journery of self-expression, from the bosom of Mother Montana to the cold concrete of Father Angeles. My poem is a shout of enthusiasm, for I truly feel that I am ONLY 30! my failures are behind me. I feel that life holds so much promise yet...I am but honored to go forward with all the humility I can muster.
Ahhh, but my Intelligent Human delved even deeper and asked, WHY? Why the need for a blogged personal expression in comparison to a published auto-biography?
My answer: I could not wait for the opportunity to write my life into a format worthy of literature, though I am sure it is. I had to get on with it.
I do believe, however, that this choice of internet media is markedly different than the aforementioned medium. Because there are no criteria for sorting quality, pretty much anybody's masturbation could end up in your face. Sorry 'bout that, but it's true.
The result is that the bar is raised. Though it is a strike even against my own words, I can generally classify the 'genre' of a blog within the first several sentences. It is very rare that I find a Blog which presents itself uniquely.
And, this medium, as a result of itself, demands: What actually constitutes worthy material? Is it enough just to have a savvy writing style, or a sharp wit? To have a voice, do I actually need to be doing something amazing in my 'real' life? Are all of those diary-writers out there excused from criticism?
Furthermore, as the internet is vastly dynamic and changing on a second-to-second basis, almost as a form of intelligence, this judgement of worthy material is actually rendered much, much more acutely than would/could even the most critical publisher/editor in the business. It is a judgement waged by millions of detached readers, who have no need other than their own gratification to keep reading!
Because Blogging has become a world-wide phenomenon, unfortunately, even the auto-biography writers out there are affected by the increased sensitivity of the audience. Though Fred's book may be amazing, if he has not tested his mettle in the arena of the Blog, well, contemporarily speaking, he may be waxing loquacious about yesterday's news. He may be doggedly contained by his own limits.
Now, naturally, a writer can choose to be conscious of this. They can pose the question to their Soul and begin the journey of Self Knowledge. Or, ha, they can keep writing their ka-jizz, arguing (as many have with whom I have discussed this topic), "Ohhh, they may not be saying anything, but they are reading!" As if there really are millions of voyeurs out there who have no better thoughts of their own and feel compelled to fill their heads with the ramblings of others'. Puh-lease. Get over yourselves, people, is what I say. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think life does not fail to be, if nothing else, BUSY and FULL of thoughts for pretty much all of us. I barely have time to take a dump, let alone catch a regular show on the boob-tube, or surf for an hour in hopes of reading something inspirational.
None-the-less, the truth is, there ARE true Thinkers, Philosophers, and Creatives out here among us who have been living a certain way for many, many years. Lifetimes, eons, in fact. These people truly are in touch with the Eternal, and they really do have a message that is infinitely positive.
To return to the question: I say, if I felt I had any avenues available to me to make such an energy known through the venues of the published auto-biography, I would utilitize it. However. I do not, and it does not hinder me. My message is not affected, my message is the same. For the time being, as blogging is my only means, I simply must jump in the pool with all of the other Jacking-off Jills and show, as poetically as I fancy, that I am just simply a Man.
And, ultimately, I can chant along side the rest, "Ohhh, I just know you are reading me!"
(I am dancing! I am spinning around! I am drunk and happy!)
For context, they said in response to my poem I wrote about turning 30:
OK, so yes this was one of your best pieces, but does that mean you are going to stop here?Ahhhh, God how I love this person for stroking my ego while checking me at the same time!
Why the need for public personal expression? I am researching this whole blogg thing in comparison to published autobiographies, so I am curious about your choice of media and how it affects what you present.
Enough. Let's get down to business and try to address this comment:
First. It is true, I haven't posted much lately. Without getting into the ramifications of divorce, I'll just say, yo, I've been busy. a'ight? But I assure you, this obsession I have with crafting communication out of language based on this random series of fleshy mental impulses, I doubt will be stopping any time soon.
But then again, this person is researching autobiographies, which assumes a context somewhat larger than a week or two of a person's life. And so I must respond on even a grander level:
The post that is refered to is actually the first "song" I have tried to write. I wrote it to match the melody of "The Entertainer" by Billy Joel -- I admit -- so I could go to my local karioke bar and impress the ladies with my totally original, rap-master lyrics. My motives for creativity are so shallow, I suppose.
But luckily, and thank God, I do not intend to stop here. I have come a long journery of self-expression, from the bosom of Mother Montana to the cold concrete of Father Angeles. My poem is a shout of enthusiasm, for I truly feel that I am ONLY 30! my failures are behind me. I feel that life holds so much promise yet...I am but honored to go forward with all the humility I can muster.
Ahhh, but my Intelligent Human delved even deeper and asked, WHY? Why the need for a blogged personal expression in comparison to a published auto-biography?
My answer: I could not wait for the opportunity to write my life into a format worthy of literature, though I am sure it is. I had to get on with it.
I do believe, however, that this choice of internet media is markedly different than the aforementioned medium. Because there are no criteria for sorting quality, pretty much anybody's masturbation could end up in your face. Sorry 'bout that, but it's true.
The result is that the bar is raised. Though it is a strike even against my own words, I can generally classify the 'genre' of a blog within the first several sentences. It is very rare that I find a Blog which presents itself uniquely.
And, this medium, as a result of itself, demands: What actually constitutes worthy material? Is it enough just to have a savvy writing style, or a sharp wit? To have a voice, do I actually need to be doing something amazing in my 'real' life? Are all of those diary-writers out there excused from criticism?
Furthermore, as the internet is vastly dynamic and changing on a second-to-second basis, almost as a form of intelligence, this judgement of worthy material is actually rendered much, much more acutely than would/could even the most critical publisher/editor in the business. It is a judgement waged by millions of detached readers, who have no need other than their own gratification to keep reading!
Because Blogging has become a world-wide phenomenon, unfortunately, even the auto-biography writers out there are affected by the increased sensitivity of the audience. Though Fred's book may be amazing, if he has not tested his mettle in the arena of the Blog, well, contemporarily speaking, he may be waxing loquacious about yesterday's news. He may be doggedly contained by his own limits.
Now, naturally, a writer can choose to be conscious of this. They can pose the question to their Soul and begin the journey of Self Knowledge. Or, ha, they can keep writing their ka-jizz, arguing (as many have with whom I have discussed this topic), "Ohhh, they may not be saying anything, but they are reading!" As if there really are millions of voyeurs out there who have no better thoughts of their own and feel compelled to fill their heads with the ramblings of others'. Puh-lease. Get over yourselves, people, is what I say. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think life does not fail to be, if nothing else, BUSY and FULL of thoughts for pretty much all of us. I barely have time to take a dump, let alone catch a regular show on the boob-tube, or surf for an hour in hopes of reading something inspirational.
None-the-less, the truth is, there ARE true Thinkers, Philosophers, and Creatives out here among us who have been living a certain way for many, many years. Lifetimes, eons, in fact. These people truly are in touch with the Eternal, and they really do have a message that is infinitely positive.
To return to the question: I say, if I felt I had any avenues available to me to make such an energy known through the venues of the published auto-biography, I would utilitize it. However. I do not, and it does not hinder me. My message is not affected, my message is the same. For the time being, as blogging is my only means, I simply must jump in the pool with all of the other Jacking-off Jills and show, as poetically as I fancy, that I am just simply a Man.
And, ultimately, I can chant along side the rest, "Ohhh, I just know you are reading me!"
posted by Just Greg at Friday, March 17, 2006
2 Comments:
Now I feel as if I should leave a stupid comment so that you don't get your hopes up for humanity. Otherwise, they are sure to be crushed.
Ha ha! Well said!
It is true that I have hope for humanity -- sort of a romantic flaw of mine? But for me, the source of my hope could never be crushed. And even if it were, hope itself would be doing the crushing, and on and on.
Really appreciate the return visit. Have a nice day.
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