Ok, so .tumblr didn't take. Two things seem certain: first I can't seem to get away from this blog, second, I seem to do a variation of this exercise every year about this time. The Fall is always hectic, the darkness sets in, I close up a little and the blog goes quiet. And again, I feel the need to write. But this time it feels different - like a life line of sorts. I need more dialog, more conversation - even if it is one-sided.
I was just going back through the archive here, and although I was often amused, I was also struck at how engaged I was. Not recently, but not too long ago. There was struggle, and fight, and goddamn awe on so many occasions. I was moved, and writing about it. I miss that. I miss exploring, here, books that meant something to me, offering a bit of critical dialogue, and screaming into the void. I didn't know what I was doing (still don't) but I was doing it deliberately.
So, Im coming home, back to this damn blog. If there are still any readers here - thanks for sticking it out. It's good to be home.
The view down Gold Street from in front of our house. I'll be in the basement tapping out more regular posts. Promise.