Okay, I’m gettin’ down and dirty, and some halfass poetics may mark the day yet. Am playing out the blogging process in my head right now, and wonder if–or that an “if” is relative here because it may be all just symptoms and effects–blogging has opened up a needed path or field (or city dump) for ideas that would otherwise drive us crazy, or if it has encouraged by its easy access a quicker route to madness? Creativity is volatile, desperate and immediate. Should it be allowed such free reign? Is blogging therapeutic or is it cumulative and self-feeding?
(BTW, “going down?” is something we don’t hear too much anymore, except in crowded elevators. Older folks will remember when Elevatorman was not some comic book hero but a necessary element before self-run elevators.)
(BTW #2, yes, I just realized that “going down” has other meanings as well. I just blogged about these new meanings attached to old words, but I guess I was in old-mode when I wrote this post.)
(BTW #3, #$^*!! Really must learn to read these things before posting, and I suppose I could delete it, but since the googlers saw it already I’ll just go with the flow: “except in crowded elevators”? That’d be interesting.)
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🙂 I can only imagine the strange hit’s you’ll get on your site. I’ve had the misfortune lately of some fairly sick search term combinations pointing to me, as a result of having posted about human rights violations. Disturbing, trying to feel the mind that powered the fingers that typed a search for pictures of lips sewn shut. It’s like having a peeping tom outside the window.
I had to grin as well at your thoughts on posting to your own comments. You could always enter a oneself on one’s own posts makes me smile.
In seeing the headline, I assumed impurity, in seeing the start, “Okay, I’m gettin’ down and dirty…,” I couldn’t help but be encouraged.
Is she really going to blog about going down?
Owen, I may need to delete this entry, or at the very least, change the title. I just thought it was funny (and proof to me also) that we don’t always plan our writing, and often don’t see what we’ve said until reading it later. I have done this within short story writing as well, but with more pleasing revelations…
Ben, sorry for the tease, it wasn’t intentional I swear. I just don’t know where my head was that day…
It’s okay. I always assume the strangest of things in titles. I just get weird ideas as to what people meant.
sometimes it makes more sense than others?
As for my original comment, I didn’t word it clearly. I meant by belief that it was dirty had been encouraged, not that I hoped it was.