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Last thought of the night
Let it be known that I have no relationship with the readership of my blog outside of the fact that some of my readers met me and then subsequently found themselves at my blog. I have made no attempts to create a dialog with my readers and to build a readership base. Nor have I submitted any poems to writing contests or publishers.
More than anything else I feel that reading my poetry (and whatever other labels you subscribe to my posts on this blog), and understanding it is a fundamental key to understanding me. However, I feel no driving need to be known or even appreciated by those that don't already know me. I don't want to be famous or in any "elite class".
I made a joke about austerity not too long ago, but perhaps there is some truth to it. With writing, my deeply competitive spirit drives only myself. I am lucky to have other venues for which to test myself in relationship to others. I have never felt that I've had anything to prove other than to myself. This accounts as much for my successes in life, as much toward some of my perceived failures.
Let it be known that I am a perfectly capable communicator that chooses carefully how to communicate, what to communicate, and to whom to communicate (if, in fact, there is a recipient). Fundamentally, this blog is for me - this is choice of necessity more than an aesthetic choice.
I will state, however, I welcome new readers and comments - though I withhold my right to uphold what I feel is the integrity of my blog. Feel free to direct any questions please toward me directly, or in the comments section of this post.
For those who have read this and any of my other posts - thank you for taking the time. For your sake (more than mine), I hope you find something of value from it.
More than anything else I feel that reading my poetry (and whatever other labels you subscribe to my posts on this blog), and understanding it is a fundamental key to understanding me. However, I feel no driving need to be known or even appreciated by those that don't already know me. I don't want to be famous or in any "elite class".
I made a joke about austerity not too long ago, but perhaps there is some truth to it. With writing, my deeply competitive spirit drives only myself. I am lucky to have other venues for which to test myself in relationship to others. I have never felt that I've had anything to prove other than to myself. This accounts as much for my successes in life, as much toward some of my perceived failures.
Let it be known that I am a perfectly capable communicator that chooses carefully how to communicate, what to communicate, and to whom to communicate (if, in fact, there is a recipient). Fundamentally, this blog is for me - this is choice of necessity more than an aesthetic choice.
I will state, however, I welcome new readers and comments - though I withhold my right to uphold what I feel is the integrity of my blog. Feel free to direct any questions please toward me directly, or in the comments section of this post.
For those who have read this and any of my other posts - thank you for taking the time. For your sake (more than mine), I hope you find something of value from it.
posted by Will at 11:49 PM
1 Comments:
Will, I dig your confession here. Thank you.
When I was a grad student in the MFA Program, one of my mentors told me, the only person who'll ever give a shit whether you write or not, finish anything, accomplish a particular goal, is you. Is me.
Writing to an audience, earning accolades, getting published, inspiring other writers, it's all rewarding, and I've always hoped I'd have an impact on the larger world by writing, however small. But that's all external.
The internal part, the real reason I write, is I'd die without it. I wouldn't know how to process my world, exist here without writing. It's a cancer in my heart, a soul sickness, whatever.
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