05 April 2022

The shame of not keeping up virtual appearances

 It's so much of a relief to see that so many writers and artists I admire are so derelict at keeping up their professional web presence.

Indeed, these elaborate tombs litter the virtual landscape in a historically aberrant way. Raiders have no interest in them, and they seem to have the current value of the past. As ignored and if noted, welcome as the wads of I wuz here chewing gum gracing the darkside of chairs, tables, desks, mattresses--the discarded present turned to unconsciously sculpted concrete.




3 comments:

Flinthart said...

I figure most of us didn't become writers to sell ourselves, or an image of ourselves. Most of us, I think, just wanted to be storytellers. Somehow we got trapped into a Marshall McLuhan nightmare of medium and message and there's no way out...

anna tambour said...

Like misled flies with the brains of humans, dying in a patch of air we tricked them into thinking a jar.

And the worst part is that all the effort put into making a writer interesting mostly doesn't add up to making them even a person of interest. It is just busy work to satisfy a non-need, as the act of writing is passive obsessive--an imitation art flick--hours of "The bum on the chair". It's the story coming out of that stultified body that is the interesting sentient, or isn't.

Ed Y said...

😊👍