To Be a Blogger—To Open a Window

Instead of ruled journals, diaries with small keys, five year date books, bloggers communicate without a care for privacy. Some do adopt names that hide a true identity, but many list a name and details of their "real" life. They share opinions, pet peeves, rants, political bends, reviews, and the minutia of everyday life.

Friends appear and cyber friendships emerge, Comments meander the continuum from scorn to avid support. Visitors offer alternative ideas or simply become irksome visitors.

Reality lodges in cyberspace with its open door hospitality. This is true democracy. Anyone with computer access may strew words out into a void hoping to net readers.

I've visited erudite blogs, mystery blogs that remind me of forgotten mysteries needing readers, blogs of artists willing to share how to secrets, political blogs, and blogs of journal keepers who want to share their innards with the world.

Who doesn't want a reader?— someone who pays attention to our words, someone who thinks that our thinking warrants attention.

For the new year, although I understand this is February and more than a twelfth of the year is gone —shall I expend my words on topics of import or of mundane items tethered to the plausible, or to words that ricochet out of control?


A list: mourning the loss.
The loss of stamps with glue backing
and my collection of stamps from countries
with names and boundaries that wandered away

The loss of my grandparent's Polish town
buried beneath the rubble of small mindedness.
The loss of a box of photos, a chronology in black and white of my parent's lives--without deletions or extra saturation.

I mourn the loss of eating soft white bread— without remorse.
The loss of a time I ate meat without reservations, without worrying about mad cow disease, visions of cow faces.

List: Looking at Politics

It's too much of a dysfunctional family.
They all tell tales, omit bits and pieces and smile too broadly

List: Copy down overheard comments

Sometimes they don’t have dried fruit without shards of nuts
Lemon, orange and coconut--
That way he won't have to make dinner tonight.

Today I will go back to reading a biography of Lenin and ponder—
the ” what if” of history.