This is not a blog (II)
No, it is not, as I have previously, and, to some extent, unsuccessfully stated.
There are several reasons for this, which have been amiss from the homonymous post. It may appear as paradoxical, but the fact that I say that this is not a blog, is the cause and effect for its subsequent true nature. For I give birth and sense to every letter written here. And by doing so I dictate its character, its identity. I choose my own creations. The only term I could somehow cope with is a ‘dreamlog’. It is more adequate. This is a detail upon which I would not have insisted unless others had done it.
Another major reason is the fact that, at least ab initio, a blog is understood as an online diary. Or, any diary has a major temporal component. Not the case here. It’s in my way of life to be, in a certain respect, atemporal. It is true, my posts are dated, but that’s almost irrelevant to their content. They’re just a form of scholê. This ancient Greek word is the etymon for the modern word ’school’. And – awkwardly, or not – it meant ‘time off; pause’. Consider everything here under these auspices. Of the time off needed in order to create.
Finally, the title, ‘Assertions of awareness’, tells it all. I know the amount futility implied in a pompous name – ‘aware of nothingness of being… of being aware…’ – still… I have no intention of proving anything (not even that this is not a blog) to anyone. It’s a self-contenting action. Whether or not others can make something out of it…
