Christening the Blog

Welcome to my blog! I’ve got a real Issue with Externalisation so this is an experiment in being more free and less precious. I’ve loved blogging since I created my first xanga in 2002. (Appropriately, as I write this, Adam Curtis just cued up some Bright Eyes in CGYOMH ;.;)

I’ve had many blogs in the past twenty years, all but one of which are offline. I will not link to the one that remains ;)

It boggles the mind to have lost so much Content. Sometimes I think that I’ve lost track of everything, myself most of all. But my best friend said today, in response to a story I told her about my walking routines in Chicago, that it sounds like I haven’t changed in ten years, which is comforting. There are certain things about myself I would choose not to change, if I could choose. I’m reminded of an uncanny moment late last year, when, searching for a poem in my gmail inbox, I found a thread of emails to myself, sent exactly ten years ago, containing echoes of my current research interests, naively formatted but undertaken with similar motivation. We must be vigiliant about continuing along our circles! “Nōlī turbāre circulōs meōs!”

With that, I’ll christen this, my newest of blogs, with the opening stanzas of one (/2) of my in-progress epic poems. It’s both appropriately uncool and appropriately anachronistic. Happy trails [:

O nipple of Calliope
O thorny bed of sage
O mesa ringed by dark red hills,
An altar for the rain

An altar for the water sucked –
Occluded, clouded sky
O heavy rags, heavy with blood –
Licked and sucked, gripped and wrung

O bed that’s wet with sweat of time,
Salty forbidden husk 
O thorns that drip, red rivulets
Censing the mesa’s dust

O time that failed to fly like time,
Time tangled in its bow –
Pull both its ends to wring the sweat,
To salt the ground below

02.17.21, Berlin

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