Q said he wondered why he still wrote a blog (link). I think he is right. For me, I mean. He has a Facebook page which perpetuates his readership. I have done nothing to sustain mine, and perhaps I have done the opposite. Now that I don't have a studio and am not taking pictures and am not traveling and adventuring and have nothing of true interest to write about and seem to be lacking insight into anything in any meaningful way. . . etc. That is all I have today except that I almost stepped on an armadillo a couple nights ago before bed. I wanted to go outside to pee but almost peed my pants instead. That is my big adventure.
I'll think about this for awhile. I keep thinking I'm going to do something interesting, but I don't. When I do, you'll be the first to know.
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or a little of both? I like to read your blog muchly.
It "connects" me to something I can't quite explain.
Maybe just a faux feeling of like mindedness sometimes (I say faux cause you & Q always make a point to say it's all lies or whatever it is you use to deflect the truthiness of what you post) in this nutty, hologram of a world. The Poet always uses that word "hologram" to describe this Life.
Sometimes you two annoy the shit out of me. Which is also good, right? It is good to be moved somehow - for who wants a bland medicated numb life.
Maybe you are somewhat "happy." It is absolutely awful for creating most things. Happiness. I think we've discussed this before.
Here's my morning Poem for you.
True
one of Lorca's best lines
is,
"agony, always
agony ..."
think of this when you
kill a
cockroach or
pick up a razor to
shave
or awaken in the morning
to
face the
sun.
Mr. Buk.
Thank you. For most of the life of this blog, I have been "a man alone." Things change in many ways. And you are right.
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