August 22, 2011
While I often preach about the violence of words against the infinite and sublime reality which is the mind, I often will martyr my thoughts onto ink/kilobytes, and yes, occasionally paint the soundscape with the remains of my musings. It will be seldom good, often raw, always new, no other promises.
Listen eagerly, but speak with hesitation. As far as criticism goes, as long as this is not the only thing left in the art of words, as Shaw has feared, then I may from time to time throw a useful kernel in the mix. Color me the constant learner.
A man of some letters and some wit that he carries like lint and spare change in a comfy pair of jeans. I tend to gravitate to the creative, dark and light, and altogether edifying members of the human race. Not a neophyte nor sage, eager to learn.
Great feedback, great listeners, great minds, great times, great people. Grrrreat!