ponderings of the pococurante

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This is a test of how this blog post feature works on MS Word. You can directly publish posts like this to your blog, which

I suppose is a handy function to have. It’s also nicer than using the Firefox plug-ins since you get the nice big clean, writer-friendly interface

of MS Word as oppose to scrunched up blogger WYSWI platforms. Anyhow I am going to now insert

a picture and see if that works as well.

For awhile i thought i had deleted this blog. Someone said to me that perhaps that while i said it was an ‘accident’ that perhaps there was an element of intention behind it. In fact, maybe it wasn’t. I was in the mood where i like to destroy things of mine. It’s a way of shaking things up, which sometimes you regret, but what the heck. Creative destruction, or destruction so that you can create again. Gin and tonics, E.S. songs johnny walker got me through. I walked up to the window but never opened it. It’s maybe just that i haven’t done anything creative recently. I told someone it was that i didn’t have enough friends here, and they said all expats face that problem. True but not true. I know that I am more sensitive to certain aspects of human experience and feeling than are other people. I have more nerve endings wired around in weird, unpredictable and often chaotic ways. That’s what makes some of what I do possible in the first place. It’s not that artists need to suffer. Read Kay Jamison Redfield’s book. You can curtail the greatest, most damaging forms of suffering. YOu can and, if a doctor, are probably ethically obliged by the Hippocratic oath if not common sense to make sure that someone doesn’t do irreparable damage to themselves. On the other hand, you can’t “unwire” someone after they’ve been wired. It sounds arrogant, but i’ve come to accept this not as something to boast about. In my next life, i will ask only to be normal. It sounds like a cliche, a person tormenting themselves for no particular reason. But there are reasons and there is a logic, and there is a method to this madness. The point is that so few people seem to be somehow convinced that there is anything interesting let alone edifying in the study of this. But there is. To hold a human soul under the microscope is to what Dreyer does with close ups of faces. It is the only interesting thing.

For awhile i thought i had deleted this blog. Someone said to me that perhaps that while i said it was an ‘accident’ that perhaps there was an element of intention behind it. In fact, maybe it wasn’t. I was in the mood where i like to destroy things of mine. It’s a way of shaking things up, which sometimes you regret, but what the heck. Creative destruction, or destruction so that you can create again. Gin and tonics, E.S. songs johnny walker got me through. I walked up to the window but never opened it. It’s maybe just that i haven’t done anything creative recently. I told someone it was that i didn’t have enough friends here, and they said all expats face that problem. True but not true. I know that I am more sensitive to certain aspects of human experience and feeling than are other people. I have more nerve endings wired around in weird, unpredictable and often chaotic ways. That’s what makes some of what I do possible in the first place. It’s not that artists need to suffer. Read Kay Jamison Redfield’s book. You can curtail the greatest, most damaging forms of suffering. YOu can and, if a doctor, are probably ethically obliged by the Hippocratic oath if not common sense to make sure that someone doesn’t do irreparable damage to themselves. On the other hand, you can’t “unwire” someone after they’ve been wired. It sounds arrogant, but i’ve come to accept this not as something to boast about. In my next life, i will ask only to be normal. It sounds like a cliche, a person tormenting themselves for no particular reason. But there are reasons and there is a logic, and there is a method to this madness. The point is that so few people seem to be somehow convinced that there is anything interesting let alone edifying in the study of this. But there is. To hold a human soul under the microscope is to what Dreyer does with close ups of faces. It is the only interesting thing.