
Recently I've been beating
myself up, and beating up everyone else, for spending too much time
reading, writing, thinking, rationalizing, and conversing with like
minds, and not enough time actually doing anything. Meanwhile, the mainstream press has started a new and potentially deadly meme about the blogosphere: That we are 'a million guys in pajamas'. So please accept this as an apology of sorts, from all writers to all readers. You deserve better.
homage to readers
welcome, precious reader, without you we can't go on: you give us audience to think out loud, like plato's throng.
you read to reassure yourself what you believe is true, your frames and mental models won't accept a different view, and so you've self-selected to be part of pollard's 'crowd' who dare to pose the truths that others will not say aloud. and you indulge my clumsy prose with its despairing themes: together, we're community, collaborating memes -- or maybe not -- we're not so joined, don't know each other well, we grope with awkward language and the stories that we tell.
my blog's a raven's croaking in the darkness 'fore the dawn and when i hear your hoarse reply my heart is filled with song, your answer says "we're not alone, there's hope, we're strong, we know together there's a better way to live, let's make it so: resistance isn't futile, trust your instincts, fly with me -- the world's a prison, yes, but there's still time to set us free, our 'civilized' behaviour's an illusion, don't you see? our prison's locks are self-imposed, and nature holds the key!"
but wait -- i think i'm losing you, you start to turn away, i've gone too far, presumed too much, oh, no, won't you please stay?
i've oversimplified my case, it's really more complex -- the average reader of a blog stays only ninety secs: the time it takes a bee to pollinate a rose and flee,
the time it takes to break a writer's heart "oh, woe is me".
'cause reading is much harder work than writing, i'd maintain, so here's to you, dear reader, please do buzz my way again.
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