Legitimate enterprise

[L7 - Wargasm]

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

Both T.S. Eliot

I was pondering writing & blog writing, and my relation to the two. Now, I by no means categorise myself with Eliot, but I do so love having canon opinion to legitimise my own. A lot of people use their writing as a means to express their emotions and innermost thoughts; I find it easier to self abnegate.

This no doubt sounds odd given the self-referential quality of all my posts. There is a method to it all though; writing about the mundane and ridiculous means that I don't actually have to think about life. Simultaneously I amuse myself and provide the expected outcome for the handful of people who may read this.

I am certain that thinking is a dismal activity, leading inexorably to knowledge of injustice, regret that there isn't a god to curse, and a bout of self pity. Things perk up when I contemplate my viking style wake though; horned helmets a must, and furry lace up boots if possible. I'd like a re-enactment society to be involved, and a hearty pitched battle - wargasm is always tasteful.

I'd quite like someone on a cliff-top to shake their fist and cry "noooo" as well, or perhaps "AUE!" The ancient Greeks were onto a good thing with their hired mourners; if I had my way there wouldn't be a full head of hair left in the venue.

Reality underwhelms me, and truth is overrated, so I eschew hearts, hands, overt or otherwise, sentiment & sensitivity and cut to the stench.