Eureka!
I finally figured out what to do with this tumblr blog, this domain name. It’s high time I confront an old flame I’ve been avoiding. The blank page. I miss it. I miss who I am when I write. An identity that once felt foolish but now seems so essential to my existence; the poet. It’s not the poems themselves that are important, it’s the process. Through that process I hope to transform myself, my life, my future, and even my past. I had focussed wrongly on the negative aspects of my personal mythology. However, after fresh look back, I’ve come to realize my writings as a younger man were meant, not for some anonymous audience but, as guideposts for myself in the future. Presently, I’ve found illumination in my own words. Inspiration may be fleeting, but I aim to maintain this current velocity. If feeding fragments, musings, and scrap paper ideas into the furnace engine of internet consciousness helps to drive this old jalopy forward, hurrah!
Let’s begin again, a means to what end?
