And yet what are we to do about this terribly significant business of other people, which gets bled of the significance we think it has and
takes on instead a significance that is ludicrous, so ill-equipped are
we to envision one another's interior workings and invisible aims? Is
everyone to go off and lock the door and sit secluded like the lonely
writers do, in a soundproof cell, summoning people out of words and then
proposing that these word people are closer to the real thing than the
real people we mangle with our ignorance every day? The fact remains
that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's
getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and
wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again.
That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would
be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the
ride. But if you can do that - well, lucky you."
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
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