i haven't posted anything on here for like nine months, preferring instead to keep all my 'useless and pointless knowledge' to myself in an ever-expanding library of word documents i scrawl into with inexplicable verve when the muse possesses me. seriously, like i could sustain a blog for months with judicious rationing of my extant content alone.
the issue, though, with my writing is that i overauthor, that i cannot separate my Self from my work, that otherwise impersonal concepts become inextricable from the deeply personal thought processes and neuroses that framed and generated them.
what i'm gonna do, though, i guess, is post at random intervals things that i've written that i'm comfortable with making universally available. i think i'll probably make a note of the date of composition, so as to place the work within my human timeline.
don't know if i'm gonna stick with it, but i happened upon a brief piece i wrote a week or two ago that was fairly impersonal and self-contained while still providing 'valuable insights' into 'things', and i figured i may as well 'blog that fucker'.
a note on my style: overdense, difficult to read through, sometimes willfully obtuse or obscure, so caught up in finding the intuitively perfect phrase or word that it often makes sense only to me or remains unfinished, the lightning failing to strike.
i have a longstanding metaphor of creativity as masturbation--which is both insightful and offputting--and that honestly helps frame the way i write. alone, often in the dim, possessed by a need or desire that seems deeper than the mind, that springs from an almost biological truth...
and you start to see why the metaphor is so attractive and ubiquitous to me.
anyway, republished content follows in three, two,
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