If you’re reading this, more than likely you’ve also traipsed across many another blog, promiscuously so. (You tramp.)
When we look back in a hundred years, we’ll be including the great blogsites in our sweep of great literature. Just as novels were born and rapidly became important to the human adventure, so too will blogsites.
It’s a wonderful new form for this millennium. There’s great freedom in it – and the near-daily dispatches allow for a reader to get to know the writer’s mind over time. And the writer’s story.
There’s a naked-soul aspect to it. You can’t hide who you are when you are posting 3-7 articles a week! And if you are, why? You’re putting people to sleep.
When I think of the great blogs I relish, it’s the infusion of the intensely personal that elevates the form beyond mere info-spewing.
Solipsistic altruism at work
These modern blogs are hubristic, full of self-referential near-rap levels of egotism – and I like ’em! Yet simultaneously they exude a weird aura of this is so personal it’s universal. Blog writers gush the best of themselves outward, and we all gain in the process.
It’s right where I want to be
– with people so filled with themselves and their mission it spills over onto us. How lucky are we for this drunken outpouring of self stuff
– we get to peep in on more soul-minds than ever before.
These ideas were originally expressed in a back-and-forth conversation with my dear friend from forever, Dan Richards. Dan, thanks for your spirited enthusiasm for all things creative.