Do you wonder who your audience is? Who it is you imagine is listening when you wax poetic, or find yourself indulging slightly dramatic purely for the theatrical joy?
Yeah, well.
Me too.
Although at this stage in the game, I have developed an exceptionally long form of patience that I think has resulted from giving up on humanity too many times in this life. Still, I keep thinking, hey, if I just get the writing written then chances are more than one someone in these future generations will appreciate my philosophical take on it all and find some value in my social contributions. (Especially when history tries to right the record of everything that actually happened when America went down the authoritarian drain.)
Appreciated, really, is all any of us wants. To be appreciated, for our authentic self. I suppose I write for the audience of the future, in many ways. How can we not? Although it is interesting to think of this as a premise for a fiction, that we write for an audience of the past. As for the future, Stephen King wrote about this form of time travel in his book On Writing. It's quite a fascinating concept when you think about writing and reading as time travel. For instance, look at the date of this post, compared to the date you are reading it. Time has elapsed, yet there is still human connection and hopefully a shared understanding.
Well.
Maybe this darn google blog will make it through the flashes of white light and radionuclides.
In the meantime,
I hope
I can
return
to remembering
what it was like
to walk and sing
under the light of the moon
in the strawberry fields of gold.
Yeah, well.
Me too.
Although at this stage in the game, I have developed an exceptionally long form of patience that I think has resulted from giving up on humanity too many times in this life. Still, I keep thinking, hey, if I just get the writing written then chances are more than one someone in these future generations will appreciate my philosophical take on it all and find some value in my social contributions. (Especially when history tries to right the record of everything that actually happened when America went down the authoritarian drain.)
Appreciated, really, is all any of us wants. To be appreciated, for our authentic self. I suppose I write for the audience of the future, in many ways. How can we not? Although it is interesting to think of this as a premise for a fiction, that we write for an audience of the past. As for the future, Stephen King wrote about this form of time travel in his book On Writing. It's quite a fascinating concept when you think about writing and reading as time travel. For instance, look at the date of this post, compared to the date you are reading it. Time has elapsed, yet there is still human connection and hopefully a shared understanding.
Well.
Maybe this darn google blog will make it through the flashes of white light and radionuclides.
In the meantime,
I hope
I can
return
to remembering
what it was like
to walk and sing
under the light of the moon
in the strawberry fields of gold.
