Poetry is one way of talking to yourself: my lousy translation of a quote from Mario Quintana. This blog is also how I talk to myself, and then remember later on. My observations on life and living, hopefully truthful and hopefully meaningful. Intimate is a given, for I'm still to be convinced that's not the whole point of being here.
In the beginning there was feeling, it was all around and could not help itself but take the form of words. Awkward, unsure of itself and uncomfortable. As it came into the world of limitations, it struggled and cried, and felt misrepresented. And so writing began, with amazing potential but the realization of a mustard seed. Let's hope it grows.
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