April 16, 2001

  • Am I dreaming or did I really hear that voice? What voice? Listen:

    *abandon the blog*

    Did you hear it? Or am I the only one?

    But...why...
    Why stop? Though I'm sometimes given to romantic excess, I see a modification of that inclination and not wholesale cessation of communications as my solution. Yeah, sometimes my heart leaps and I blurt. The blurts can sometimes even be beautiful, alluring, and seductive--and especially self-so. But they are still blurts. But like any properly sensate and self-regulating organism, I learn from other's feedback. I learn, too, from disciplined self-analysis. In that sense, I've a tendency to be Jungian in disposition. And admire Jung for sleeping with a pistol under his pillow as his provision for the end-of-experiment should he have ever found himself deranged by his own analysis. So ceasing communication, for me, would be tantamount to invoking a "metaphorical Jungian pistol". But I here see no need for that--yet! Better it is for me now to heed the advice of Ernest Hemingway: "The great thing is to last and get your work done, and see and hear and understand and write when there is something that you know and not before and not too damn much afterwards."

    So let's not contrive an anomalous pause or force unending spew, but merely write when there's something that we know! Hence, this.

    Earth sends a message:
    Mind you, life is one short fuck.
    Don't get stuck watching.

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