I shared this vision here 4 years ago.  At the onset of an adventure, is there not often enthusiasm and idealism?

Is blogging a new and emerging literary/graphical/(perhaps even audible) art form?  Should it, will it rank among other genre of recognized expression such as the novel, the essay, the poem, the sketch?  Will the “Art of Blogging”  be a credited English course in tomorrow’s universities (surely, the kiss of death) ?

I dare to struggle and say: yes.

Though like a journal in having a timeline that flows like a river carrying fluid thoughts to the sea, the key to this art form (dare I say that?) is its performance: its interactivity.  The best of posts, uncommented, remains the haunting one hand clapping in the forest—which is a rare and ethereal accomplishment: a pure essence of expression, standing by itself, pristine, an incontrovertible entity.  But the highest form of blogging always invites response: the initial post is one hand posed awaiting the second hand, the comment,  which issues the *clap* or sometimes the *smack* or sometimes a chaos of *slaps*, *hugs*, and *gawks*.  So the timeline of expression invites a timeline of response—and thus the blog is woven as a form for all to see.  Hence blogging distinguishes itself as a most genuine form of expression—and is utterly artistic at its height—when it creates community.

That being said, may I now add: let us all welcome ourselves to this expressive insurgency!

But 4 years later, I now realize this vision was flawed.  Blogging is clearly just a social tool, not an artistic one.  Though it can deliver artistic content, so too theoretically could a well-done mail-order catalog or a bottle on the sea carrying a poem scribed upon parchment inside.  Blogging is the bottle.  The internet's the ocean.  I'm inside looking out.

I will give it this, though: Someday, a well-known and famous author will

admit that if it wasn't for blogging, that first novel would never have been written. 

Hey, that author could be you.