modalities
July 2020 note
This old posting happened near the time I began the confessional blog. Once upon a time, this posting linked to a page that linked to that other blog; but now that page links to a contact point for anyone interested. The confessional blog is unlike here: a self-possessed prelude to doing conceptual literary studies (or maybe a parody of such desire).
March 2011
I welcome stances toward other work he puts online, finding himself in sites of contextual obsession, ephemerally framing himself as textual other instanced with reflective expression as well.
The transliterated old Greek word lethe (with long ‘e’s) meant forgetfulness. Something alethic is “of or relating to truth,” says Merriam-Webster’s Unabridged online.
It’s also a nice name for a muse.
I have my little entertainments, along with aspirations I’m actualizing publicly. Desire for literary gravity should be complemented by abundance of levity, enjoying self caricature.
The inner-directed life and world of mind can complement the outer-directed life and world of mind.
It’s no fiction I have a luscious range of engagements worth pursuing (not to mention economy of expression—not); and a vertiginous spectrum of attitudes that can be reliably entertaining (can be). Certainly it’s no fiction that I love writing.
I’m having vivid ideas about what’s to become of this blog.
Inevitably, aspects of a life’s background weave through—some echoing further back than others.
