musings

I have never thought of this blog or even my poems as a way to share things with people, as strange as that may sound. I've always written for myself as a way to remember everything, and if other people want to look over my shoulder as I do, all the better. It's self indulgent I guess, and the very act of publishing, online or in print, is a bit pretentious to begin with - assuming that the world would be interested in what I have to say. I didn't come to this realization until I read a book by Ben Marcus called The Age of Wire and String. A decent book, experimental in language and form, but I finished it with the thought that Marcus only wrote it for himself, for fun. (p.s. I know that writing a book is not fun.) But, you know, I would much rather read something a little more challenging and experimental than something written with the audience in mind, something attempting to cater to me, ie. those "chick lit" books about shopping or nannying that get turned into blockbuster movies. I will watch the movies, YES, but the books I could care less for - does that make me a hypocrite? Anyway. Recently I've been thinking of starting a new blog, one that isn't so clouded and surreal, one that people would actually want to read. But ummmmm... I don't want to do that. So I changed my template instead. Ta-da, here it is.