After blogging daily for a week, I posted nothing yesterday. It’s back to one of those existential moments:
What is the purpose of this blog? What do I want to make of it? A record of my “poems”? Or also “ramblings” and “musings”? When does a piece of writing become one or the other – especially when most of my poetry is confessional? But poetry wants to veil and hint, not bare. If this blog, then, is to contain my poems, how can it be a notebook/journal at the same time?
What prevents, you ask, from it being everything? Nothing but an inclination for stubborn puristry.