I've been putting off starting a blog for some time now feeling like I need some sort of purpose (or at least some sort of overarching theme) resolved in my head before commencing such an undertaking. Yes, yes, I know -- everyone blogs. A blog is nothing special, but it isn't the blog per se that has made me apprehensive, but rather my respect for the awesome power of the written word. I say that without sarcasm but rather with envy. Envy for those whose life's passions (and even occupations) allow them to wield the power of the pen. Alas, I am not one of them. Truth be told, I feed the capitalist machine & work for the man. But, who are we if not our passions? I believe this – wholeheartedly.
So, currently I am sitting on my living room floor listening to Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (Let Love In) and am feeling very inspired. I believe that the purpose of my blog will manifest itself with time. I hope that through the act of blogging, an act that seems very cathartic, I will find purpose. If not, then at the very least I will get to be a very small part of what it is that inspires me.
If art is an outlet for those with talent, then a blog is an outlet for those without. We are people, too. We are the talentless peons who flood bookstores, music venues, record stores, theatre houses, art galleries, symphony halls, movie theatres, etc. all in support or your talents. All you talented artists would be nowhere without all of us devoid of talent - whose overwhelming jealousy motivates us to obsess. And even though my words don't have a pentameter, aren't backed by a chord progressions, and aren't really even in prose I still deserve to be heard! Did I just find my blog's purpose?
