Time to say farewell. I’m exquisite at endings, so this should be a snap! I started this blog sometime back in the mists of October 2008. I did it with an agenda. To me this has been work. It was a way to puke myself into the world after having been eaten and digested by American and Canadian media and the justice system in both countries. I did it to cleanse myself of a poisonous pain that enveloped me and to ease back into a writing career I’d had to abandon for personal reasons.
Along the way, I’ve been priviledged to meet other writers who share a love of the art, beyond the monetary aspect of the business. It’s been wonderful and freeing, but now I must move on. It isn’t that I’ve dried up creatively, that will never happen. My problem has never been a lack of material, but rather a lack of time and this brings me back to the reason for this post. I’m not getting any younger and I’m acutely aware that each day is precious. I’ve got a certain amount of time to accomplish those things that matter to me and therefore I’m shedding time takers.
I’ve shared some things here that are true. Tragedies that happened. I’ve kept much more to msyelf however, because those are for a book or two or three or seven. I’ve purged that which needed immediate release. The byproduct of that purging, is the gift of meeting you. Your comments and your own work/words expanded my thinking and spirituality. Thank You. Some of you are very gifted writers and don’t know it. Some of you are not and think you are. Bullshit will only take you so far in any field, but especially the arts. Authenticity is what most artists strive for again and again, never quite attaining it. Then again, it’s in the process that the truth we seek hides beneath what I call our ‘uglies: fear, insecurity, hatred, jealousy etc. When you can dig beneath that pile of refuse, confront yourself and tell your story, you have done it and you will succeed.
When I first began writing here, I did searches for others who I felt saw what I saw or at least knew something similar about the human condition. One of those people was Gilles Maire Chenot. If you look to the right, you will see his name on the blog roll. He is a French poet and he is brilliant. I immediately connected to his work and not long after I started this blog, he left a comment for me which I will post for you. Merci Gilles. Thank you everyone for reading my words and taking the time to say something. Remember to be good to yourselves and send out the good vibe to other scribes because there is absolutely no substitute for kindness.
From Gilles, to me, from me to you. A little Charles Bukowski to straighten out the crooked parts.