A confused otter’s mumblings and rumblings

Saturday, 28th January, 2006

The first post

Filed under: Writing — Otter @ 14:49

I have been intending to create this blog for quite some time, to practise my writing. I am finding out that writing is a key to success of many kinds, and it is within my principles to accept this and deal with it. My way of dealing with it is to practise it, to make sure that when I’m required to write for an Important Reason (as defined by other people), I’ll be able to do it well (as decided by those self-same people).

I am also finding that writing, though it can be a painful, tedious and slow process, is a marvellous way (if only aesthetically) to structure one’s thoughts, and one of the most effective ways, relatively speaking, to communicate with others. Thus, despite its primitivity, it should be engaged in, in the hope that it is a good way to find a superior method of structuring and communicating our thoughts. All this assumes our thoughts are worth structuring and communicating, but, pathetic as it may be, I just can’t imagine living without this even more fundamental hope, and so I naively accept it. I have failed already, but the dice were stacked against me from the start. Wittgenstein (the famous one) might have understood, but I can’t know for certain, partly because he’s dead. That’s that, I guess.

I imagine most of my posts will be quite similar, if only because the word “similar” has such an ambiguous definition. I love the inadequacy of human language, and don’t plan to stop complaining about it any time soon, never mind the hypocrisy (or any other sins you might think of) of the situation.

I will probably write a lot of proverbial bollocks, but perhaps I am not capable of more, because of the way I am or because of the nature of blogging or because of the environment I live in. So no matter, I’ll get on with it, because it might just do some good, as it seems to have done many others.

As for you, if you join the ride, I hope you enjoy it, but I apologise now for my disregard of your needs, or at least their demotion in my priorities. This is my chance to be selfish and write crap I care about in a crap way without worrying that you’ll find the crap crap, and by Jove I’m planning to revel in it without feeling guilty. Though secretly I’m not exactly managing that so far, I’m not going to worry about it. If the guilt goes away, then I’ve succeeded in that; if it doesn’t, perhaps it reflects well on me as a sensitive human being.

I want to stop now, so I will. But I’m sure I’ll return.

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