Touche, m'dear. Please do forgive me for my earlier brusqueness. I am only just coming to an awareness of all the conventions and courtesies (or the lack thereof) that exist in this vitual place and if I blundered earlier where not invited I apologise. Unused though I was to this medium, I've come to find it fascinating. In essence, I feel an affinity for the essay as a form, and in this modern world it can be made possible for the essay to become transformed, through the conventions of the diary and the virtual forum into something dynamic and (much life the notion of hypertext) something with depth. I suppose our model is a transformed Montaigne, brought to the forum (that word again). Then all one needs is content. And like Montaigne, the most any of us can write into the void is ourselves. As I might have mentioned in an earlier post: I'm only the sixth most interesting person I know, but I get by. I was politicised at an eary age - punk did that in '77 even if you loved Led Zeppelin, and the battle lines were drawn up according to the drugs you took and the extremity of your political stance. Being a naturally competetive sort, I ended with a bit of a habit living in an anarcho-syndicalist squat, where in between drugs and striking miners (during the Miner's Strike of '85 we gave space to a stiking miner from Barnsley who stole the food money to go and get pissed, and called us all southern pansies - but I digress), I tried hard to rustle up a bridge four (perhaps the Barnsley miner had a point). The excuse of musicianship was, I suppose, the only thing that saved me either from a serious habit or the horrible quality of becoming terminally boring. Politics and my life have been inextricably linked. My mother is the chair of the local ward of the 'Labour Party', of which Our Leader Tony Blah's behaviour caused me to leave. So I'm a bit of a refugee from politics. Also I'm demi-posh (couldn't resist that - I do hope it's a neologism) and half Irish peasant farmer, so am necessarily a paradoxical creature by nature. As I mentioned, I feel an affinity for the essay.
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Date: 2007-01-21 11:09 am (UTC)Please do forgive me for my earlier brusqueness. I am only just coming to an awareness of all the conventions and courtesies (or the lack thereof) that exist in this vitual place and if I blundered earlier where not invited I apologise.
Unused though I was to this medium, I've come to find it fascinating.
In essence, I feel an affinity for the essay as a form, and in this modern world it can be made possible for the essay to become transformed, through the conventions of the diary and the virtual forum into something dynamic and (much life the notion of hypertext) something with depth.
I suppose our model is a transformed Montaigne, brought to the forum (that word again).
Then all one needs is content. And like Montaigne, the most any of us can write into the void is ourselves.
As I might have mentioned in an earlier post: I'm only the sixth most interesting person I know, but I get by.
I was politicised at an eary age - punk did that in '77 even if you loved Led Zeppelin, and the battle lines were drawn up according to the drugs you took and the extremity of your political stance. Being a naturally competetive sort, I ended with a bit of a habit living in an anarcho-syndicalist squat, where in between drugs and striking miners (during the Miner's Strike of '85 we gave space to a stiking miner from Barnsley who stole the food money to go and get pissed, and called us all southern pansies - but I digress), I tried hard to rustle up a bridge four (perhaps the Barnsley miner had a point).
The excuse of musicianship was, I suppose, the only thing that saved me either from a serious habit or the horrible quality of becoming terminally boring.
Politics and my life have been inextricably linked. My mother is the chair of the local ward of the 'Labour Party', of which Our Leader Tony Blah's behaviour caused me to leave.
So I'm a bit of a refugee from politics.
Also I'm demi-posh (couldn't resist that - I do hope it's a neologism) and half Irish peasant farmer, so am necessarily a paradoxical creature by nature.
As I mentioned, I feel an affinity for the essay.