nedful things

The moving blogger writes. And having filled our senses with poetry blogged, moves on. Leaving us unsated, waiting, wanting more words from the muse.
glenni

Sounds like you have been reading the Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam lately Glenni.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Beautiful poem with a universal theme.

Everybody can relate with the character in the poem. We are all self-conscious of how we are accepted or rejected.

Thank you for your understanding and insight. Your URL showed up in my email notification but not here on the blog, nevertheless, I have visited your site and it is very interesting.

You've said it so well. I've been grappling with the strange nakedness of blogging against its apparent coldness. I ache for direct contact with a few bloggers I really like. Yet something draws me back for more. The satisfaction of this type of contact is unlike anything else. Perhaps there have always been pen pals who've never met. But I've never done it. The words hold so much yet always miss something.

I know what you mean Garnet, but for bloggers, as writers, it is natural that we connect with words.

Blogging can be a naked and cold experience. We must all be crazy.

I know I am.

I am not a writer. I have always lived with awareness, without much desire to transcribe experience into word. But some words came, almost convulsively, to my ear, to my mouth, and forced me to write them. But they were crude and rough.

I came to blog to show my crude word sculptures, and I ended up learning, about myself and about others. I had no idea how revealing and naked the written word could be, how hard it was to hide within the words. I am more revealed here than in than in my real life. I would have vehemently denied that statement six months ago.

It's amazing how we cease to be careful. Perhaps over time, one realizes how little one reaps from being careful. Only risk has the potential to bring great reward. It could also bring a great loss. But carefulness only breeds more carefulness.

Writers are well known for undressing themselves in public it seems, whether be it in blogs, books or wherever they may present their words. Many poets in particular have talked about "walking naked" -- Yeats, WC Williams and Walt Whitman too if I recall correctly... Funny, a lot of people on the web use words to dress themselves, yet here, some of us are peeling it off from ourselves.

I agree that some use words to dress themselves in, and they choose costumes carefully and hide behind them.

Ned,
You have not only captured it, but you've captured something that we've all been struggling to put words to for some time now--a connected disconnectedness sort of feeling, a hopeful wondering if we can trust it to be real if we cannot shove a fist into a coat. That is what I hear.

Maybe it's the change of season, maybe there are other reasons.

Thank you for saying it out loud and so gently, so eloquently. I needed to know it was real. Your words have told me it is so.

When we run out of ways to cover things, they are exposed. Yet, a certain anonymity continues. Some look away, some cannot see. Perhaps they are too real.

Like the others, this piece of yours resonates with bare truth.
I throughly enjoyed reading the thoughts of commenters preceding me and your replies. I feel this way about the artwork I create as well as my writing.

Blogging, in lieu of a face-to-face writer's group, is so vastly different than any writing sharing experience I've known before. Your post was sensitive, insightful, and eloquent. The ensuing comments all touched on something within me and raised other thoughts and questions for me to ponder or use in creativity. Thank yoiu

Silvermoon,

I have great commenters. They each bring an insightful eye and careful consideration. They are thoughtful and take time to read and absorb. They each bring perspective and leave a little of themselves here as well. You know that art requires that, it requires that those viewing or reading become engaged and contribute to it.

As I said, I have great commenters, you are one of them. Thank you for always leaving some of your great thoughts here, they are appreciated.

We write to be anonymous at times, but we only expose ourselves more when we use the words we hide behind. It doesn't matter what I write whether its a bad poem or a large book- the people that know me, can tell its me. My mother could pick my anonymous writing up out of 1000 papers.
That is comforting but scary at the same time. So everytime I write a really scathing blog or article I can go "Mom will know I wrote this if she ever finds it" :)

Janus