Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Blog Virgin

this is officially my first blog.  what a strange word that is...like a character from an old he-man cartoon...

seems like something i should have been doing for awhile if i wasn't such a luddite when it comes to mixing my technology with my journal scratchings.  while my 90 words per minute make composition easier, there is nothing like pen tip to starched paper...or an old naked lunch style typewriter.  

paper and pens have smell.  this computer does not...other than plastic and metal and a slight air of pretension.   buffy fans will no doubt recognize my thinly veiled giles channeling, yet it is true.

if i write poetry in this box, will you hear it the way you do when i hand you a sheet of paper--the way you do when i read it aloud to you?  if my thoughts are clever in my head but not in this box...which wins?  are any aspects of my life interesting enough to be poured over by others for small bites of entertainment?

i do not know.

so that was relatively painful.  first blog.  hymen broken.  blood looks electric...

onward...

3 comments:

thelyamhound said...

Oh, come now. That wasn't too difficult, was it?

To this day, I never know what's interesting 'til someone shows an interest.

I can say that you'll probably surprise yourself with how clever you can be in this forum.

And I picture you reading it aloud, anyway. My imagination is quite vivid.

Welcome!

violettrout said...

i am soldiering on...haven't had time to write much. will finally have a computer at home this weekend but i have no idea when i will have home internet...

but when that occurs...i will wax prolific...

as of this moment, you are the only person i have invited to read it at all so its like secret poetry....

still freaks me out....

is it appropox to post old poetry, rantings and such...or does it all have to be brand new? give me tips...

love you
blog virgin

thelyamhound said...

Oh, old writing is acceptable. Blogs can be whatever you want them to be. Some folks write reviews, some treat it like a journal . . .

The format isn't plagued with a lot of formal strictures.

I look forward to seeing what emerges.