It is with great profundity that I open this blog to the public. Why? you may ask. If you do, the answer is, as it always is, I was bored and inspired at the same moment. Sitting down to a late morning cup of Teaffee and a copy of the Wednesday's Guardian (which I read because it is the newspaper of choice for both my parents), I was troubled by my lack of voice and creative output, both in the political but also in the philosophical realms (which at points may overlap). Blogging immediately came to mind and so I began here. I do not expect my voice (written as it is here) to be heard in any meaningful way, I have a far too cynical view of power - this is merely a place to vent my creative frustrations. I have no desire to record my life's details within these pages, though at times I may record events that seem pertinent to the post I am making, and so this should not be seen as a diary. I have tried keeping diaries in the past, but have always and completely failed to do so beyond the first few days: my interest in my own life does not translate well into a diary format.
The title and web address should be self-explanatory.
This is a joke. The title of the blog is taken from section 125 of Nietzsche's The Gay Science, an exciting passage entitled The Madman. The web address is the title of a chapter in Josiah Thompson's biography of Soren Kierkegaard, in reference to a diary entry by said poet and philosopher. Why these two references? Because both have had interesting effects on my own life and I have been studying both authors recently. At some future point I may seek to change both, as their influence wanes and another's waxes. But until then I am happy with both.
As a first post this will hardly contain any succulent morsels for those readers of mine to feast on, I hope I may furnish the table with a fuller selection of interesting delights for the palate. Perhaps my next post will be on taking a metaphor too far.
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Aesthetics is a bitch!
3 comments:
heh, your 'about me' paragraph says you're a homo...
ah, the beautiful optimism of the first blog post - I had high hopes for mine once, I just ended up writing a lot of crap. Not that I don't enjoy it, talking crap is fun, writing it, doubly so.
Um, isn't talking crap the entire conversation of our time in The Cave. Certainly it made up most of mine. Remember our idea for the perfect bunker-busting weapon. Kittens and then the mother cat.
kittens?
you know it'd be sort of comforting is those conversations were conducted whilst drunk or under some sort of narcotic but generally we were just bored. We worry me sometimes.
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