T.S. Eliot once said that “the ordinary man’s experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.”
For many writers, the blog has become a new art form, another way of linking the disparate, creating an interactive sculpture of language and image and even sound. Margaret Atwood called Twitter “smoke signals.” Franzen called it a form of semaphore metamorphosis. I call it a virtual interactive hyper-textual autobiography. Whatever you want to call it, it is undeniable that the Internet is more than just a medium. It is a cybernetic beast, with me at the tail sending signals to you at the brain. Here you will find some information about new books and upcoming readings, snatches of poetry, essays on everything from computers to philosophy, pixel reproductions of art, and anything else that comes into my head. Dennis Cooper now considers his blog to be his major literary project rather than any of his books.
I make no claims for that. Yet. But I do enjoy the immediacy of it. I do enjoy, as Eliot said, forming a whole out of the disparate chaos.