Wednesday, August 27, 2008

And so it begins...

Now, this here blog ain't got no concrete ambition. That is, all of you who are actually reading these lines are quite welcome to forget them. Let them slip your minds, let them crumble under the information pressure - this here blog has no particular intention to linger.

Now, there's an honest approach... some would say. Not that this here blog cares too much about any of them opinions. It does not. I do. But I quite ain't this here blog.

Now, you might have observed observed a tendency of this here blog to grow sillier with every line. And as you might have already guessed as well, it strangely tends to begin every paragraph with the word "now". Having considered these findings, it is up to you, dear reader, to decide whether to go on or get off. Improvement may be promised, yet hardly guaranteed.

Now... (sorry)

What I am trying to say (well, write) is that by lowering your expectation now you may happen to be pleasantly surprised later. That's my final advice. At least final in this paragraph. That's a promise, not a guarantee, though.

I wrote at the beginning of this post that there's no definite aim to this blog. Well, maybe I'll think of one in due time but for now the premise of this piece of binary land remains simple all right - to exist. It is so painfully easy to express one's self these days that it has become increasingly tough not to get lost among all those expressed selves and remaining silent and detached often gives you larger deal of attention than any action taken.

Why adding another personal expression into the pot, then? Well, that is a question I am not able to answer yet. When a blog attracts attention, mere audience is a reason for continuity. When it fails to do so, it is up to the blogger to decide. I'll try to keep this blog from getting forsaken. A little interest from potential readers may prove very helpful in this seemingly humble endeavour. And even if the readership stays at zero level, which it probably will, perhaps I will at least find out about the meaning of it all and gladly share this information.

Indeed, so far this introduction hasn't quite explained what I actually intend to publish here to attract attention. Now, that's just kind of a dim projection yet. Well, if you by some sort of weird unimaginable accident got as far as this sentence, let me give you a hint or two. Following are two of my... well, poems. Don't take their poetic quality for granted, though. I ain't no Robert Frost. Even so, here they are; read, mock, praise, react, send your own - thanks for reading anyway.


miss
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miss usa tumbled.
missed a step.
breast implants humbled.
teeth gapped.

miss usa swayed.
lame duck.
some say: shit!
she said: fuck!


A hymn? To what?
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Cases unfolded,
Instruments are out.
Attendants hold it,
Settles the crowd.

Once it sits down
And chairs bent readily,
Silence comes round,
And so heavily.

The mass may begin,
Conductor points to the sky -
Concerto in X minor, herein,
Op. 27, "Live and let die".

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