it's not what you know it's how you know it

i am at a point of reflection
i am looking back over the
the years and months and days of
blogging
what has come into my consciousness
because i made a decision to blog

the greatest awareness is the human factor
i have been able somehow to bridge what is
easily perceived as the purely mechanical and
purely objective quality of the medium

it is more than a place of mere information
there is a sort of conversation at work

the first blogger i knew was a person who has
ultimately become a very good friend
i knew this person before my decision to blog
but my decision and her decision were somehow
cyberactively co-ordinated in time and we began a
conversation
recently i have traveled back to older posts and
i am rather amazed at the quality of discussion
that ensued in those early heady days
of blogolallia
so i bow today to the earthling
who wonders and wanders still
who once typed the words
wrote them somehow
"o the wind blows and blows
and blows where it will..."

an old friend not so old really but someone i've know
for quite a long time and a person who has been
extremely influential in my reading and awareness
about things poetic and written and revealed through art
directed me to
silliman's blog
this has been a great find
and i stand in humble gratitude for the awareness
i have into this wave this urgency of poetic life
even without a comment stream silliman is still
putting it out there in a classy way
for my tastes he created a stage for a new rhetoric
and brought along that which preceded this new rhetoric
he blows his own horn
and let's a lot of other people blow there's '
he's a mensch in a house that is litterally warmed with books
the blog entitled philosophical investigator which
dates back to about the same time i jumped into the
silliman classroom is still a source of inspiration for me
i detest photographs in general believeing they are
an evil intrusion into human consciouness and only
to be propogated by people with evil intent
yet
whoever that guy is over there in helena who
presents the found masterpieces of 21st century visual
awareness onto the blog needs some serious recognition
i mean he has managed to say it all
in a few photos of dried paint on paint cans
and when you play with the photos on the screen
they become even more interesting
so it is a sort of transcendental experience
at ones fingtertips

at silliman's poetry shop
i bumped into a guy named kirby
he had a strange idea now didn't he
he still congs the bell of possibility for
a splendid wedding dance between two
essentially or seemingly opposed ideas
ideas that seem to exist in one mind only
and nowhere else except now in the minds
of the rest of the unsuspecting souls who have
eaten at the table of deliberate inanity
lutheran surrealism
his may in fact be the prophetic call to the future
we all need to know about
none of us who congregate there are sure
what the hell it's all about
it may just be one troubled soul
trying to make sense of the world and we're
aiding and abetting him to our own detriment
but we're willing to have fun as the ship goes down in flames
and dolphins drink mint juleps and laugh

so this has all led to other places
blog neighborhoods
and bloghomes

surfing the blog is an activity
a possible activity

places like pinnochio's theory or a compass rose or the cat blogs which proliferate to a bitchingly alarming degree

or eirene
or to various girl and family blogs and blogs and church blogs and travel blogs and art and craft blogs blogs of every idea almost i would guess

there is a powerful religious dialogue going on in the blog world i mean it is intense it is more amazing than most people are willing to recognize
and what surprises me is that most of the rhetoric is civilized
there is indecency at times to be sure
but for the most part the language and the ideas are
attended with considerable decency

i think kirby is correct in his
intuition to mandate humor
goofball zaney humor as part of the overall
temperament of discussion
his logic seems to be
it's silly to have a serious discussion
about anything so let's give it a try

there's only so much wind in the cyber sails

it may well be that i have come to the end of all that i wished to say on this medium
if that is the case
you will be the first to know

guitars

so time has been consumed by blog existence
why do i still do it?

i will have to think about that

but for now this is my reflection
my reflecting back into the blog arena
some sunlight from a well placed mirror
hand held messages from the bleachers

am i the only fortunate one to have received
such gracious displays of human expression
the blog world is by and large a civilized space

there's room for all hollywood puts out and more

i think i may one day retire from the blog world
and spend some time thinking about the why's and wherefores of
human conversation
amongst virtual strangers

i am seeking out other mediums
ones that do not entail
micro silicate chips

mediums that are more stable
more expressive and preferring the
real over the imagined
or played out in the cyberworld

time to learn french or something

anon

if you read this blog...

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