What is it with the one-way streeters? The looky-loos, window shoppers, stare-bears, rubber-necks, etc? I am not a one-way street. This not some Rue de Voyeur. This is supposed to be communicative, interactive, expressive…not a peep-hole. If all we ever do to each other is observe, what can we possibly do for each other? Yes, there is a bit of drum beating in this wild, open medium. One must be willing to discuss himself to a degree in order for the idea of a blog to even work. But for me, this is not a platform, not a manifesto. This, friends and strangers, is an invitation…
I write because I want to. It is, in short, the one enduring dream of my heart. But any writer who insists on writing solely for the love of writing, for a “love of the craft,” is full of his own hot air. Writing is communication, the revealing of dark mysteries, the relating of meaningful stories. If no one is there to commune with, ponder the revelation, explore the stories, well then what is the freaking point?
So, don’t just drop by here or here to see if you can catch some juicy new tidbit. Drop by to say hello. Let me know what’s going on in your life. Are these poems connecting with you? Then say so! Don’t just haunt me like some nameless, faceless ghost, drifting in and out of the windows, peering in to the life inside. Grace us with some of your own life. Be a part of this community. This can be an opportunity to connect and learn and understand. This is not the decline of our civilization. It is not evil. We are not being overrun with gadgetry. Because of these blogs and communities, I have connected/reconnected with some of the greatest people I have ever met. Who knows, maybe we’ll connect, and somehow the expression of my life will enrich yours.
But I’ll never know if you don’t speak up!
Peace, ya’ll…