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I have nothing to say
Nothing     to         say  I      have
To             sayI                have     nothing
Have             nothing        I            to    say
To have           nothing        I say
Nothing   Ihavetosay
Say     nothing I        have                    to
Have I                nothing to            say
To nothing               I   have              say
Nothing to say I          have
I       have   tosay         nothing
I say to have nothing
Nothing          to have           I      say
To           have nothing               I         say
Have       nothing    I say       to
Have                  I             to         say           nothing
Nothing speaks to me

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Nervous Lethargy: Assembly Stage

The writing and rewriting and rewriting again and again process is complete. There are 60 poems in Nervous Lethargy. Some date back to 2000; I wrote the latest one two days ago.

Next up: converting each Word document to the proper format I’ve devised for the whole book. Need to set up consistent font size, font style, page orientation, margin settings, page breaks, page numbers, headers, etc. Then merge all the files into one Word file and convert it to a PDF. Then upload the PDF to CreateSpace for their magical computers to check for errors and measure the extent of my madness.

The cover is done. The intro is done. The postscript is done, as is the “about the poet” page. The contents page is not done, but I have already determined the order in which the poems will appear. There are three chapters, each with 20 poems. (I’m nuts for symmetry.)

Once Amazon accepts my file (even if their computers don’t agree with my worldview) I will order a proof copy, which will arrive in my mailbox with free shipping. Thanks, Prime! Then if I’m happy with the whole thing, I’ll say “GO AHEAD, I’M READY TO BARE MY SOUL.” And Nervous Lethargy will go live and I’ll let you know it’s finally here.

 

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Dear Tailgater

What’s your hurry? Late for work—a soul-crushing cubicle—death by a thousand paperclips?

I’m bound for therapy. A mood adjustment. Much assembly required.

The other day, in the Trader Joe’s lot, my Sunfire wouldn’t start. Had a telling conversation with my mechanic.

“This is the fifth time in twenty-seven months I’ve been towed here. Am I doing something wrong?”

Talk about a guilt trip.

I’m fine, he says. All taken care of.

“It was the starter. We reassembled it. Any questions?”

He charges less than my psychiatrist.

At night I dream of a blog post. Why do I automatically blame myself for everything? Original sin—the whole God-is-dead business? That’s on me. An asteroid’s nearing earth? My bad.

“The Fault in My Car.”

Don’t know how to start it.

So I’m writing, dear tailgater, because we’re so close now.

Ease up a little. I promise we’ll make the light.

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No Filter

I’ve grown weary of my approach to this blog. Too academic. Too esoteric. Too serious. So I plan to lighten up a little this year. You will see media and not just words. I’m gonna say “wanna” whenever I wanna. There will be less self-pity and more fucking things up. (Outside the blog, too. I’m tired of the sound of one hand fapping.) This is my epic selfie, no filter. Let’s begin with a classic from Andy Singer that pretty much sums up my philosophy:

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The Death Of The Blogger

In 1967 the literary critic and theorist Roland Barthes formally announced the Death of the Author. “It is language which speaks,” Barthes declares, “not the author.” Echoing Bakhtin’s concept of heteroglossia, Barthes writes:

We know that a text does not consist of a line of words, releasing a single “theological” meaning (the “message” of the Author-God), but is a space of many dimensions, in which are wedded and contested various kinds of writing, no one of which is original: the text is a tissue of citations, resulting from the thousand sources of culture. The writer can only imitate a gesture forever anterior, never original. (emphasis added)

There’s nothing new to say. Writing is a performance, a mix of styles. The author’s ideas are someone else’s. He merely borrows and reappropriates them in his text. Assuming the author creates, that it’s his Genius on display, is false. He is simply a conduit of culture; language speaks through him.

This is true of blogs. Even when I’m not setting off another writer’s words in block quotes, I’m summoning ideas already thought. Baudrillard. Bakhtin. Barthes. Putting dead philosophers’ words in my mouth.

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Public Displays Of Seduction

Last week a friend said my blog is getting too abstract. It’s not suited for mass consumption. Is my purpose to enlighten or entertain? A little humor couldn’t hurt.

Another friend told me to write for me, that the sharing is special and it matters little how much attention (or traffic) it generates.

I take pride in maintaining my blog. Every sentence is measured, every mark right where it belongs. It’s about infusing the prose with poetry or actually posting a poem (sometimes with commentary). I enjoy developing the blog’s lyrical qualities, the rhythm of writing and re-writing. I get excited by a spontaneous turn of phrase. There’s pleasure in creating paradox and leaving things open to interpretation. Often the form takes precedence over the content as I imitate writers I admire, trying different styles on for size.

What to include, what to tone down, what to keep to myself—the process is exhilarating. Writing serves as therapy, confession, an outlet for suppressed emotions.

My blog is a talk with myself before an audience composed of people I know and people I’ll never meet. It’s a conversation affording me a chance to express myself and claim my humanity as my own. Even when the subject is dark or dense the object is to have fun and just go with it.

To tease ideas and play with words, entice the mind with images. To seduce and be seduced: is this not a gesture of love, devotion to a body of thought?

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