Artistic Hitlers Of Thought

Γράφονται διάφορα. Πάντα γράφονται διάφορα. Και πολλά από αυτά έχουν να κάνουν με το ΓΙΑΤΙ μπλογκάρουμε, γιατί μιλάμε, γιατί μοιραζόμαστε, ποιοί είναι οι γνωστοί-άγνωστοι μπλόγκερζ; Είναι κάστα; Είναι επάγγελμα; Είναι αεροπλάνο;

Μετά το τελευταίο post του Χάρη, κι επειδή εγώ ξέρετε πολύ καλά πως δεν γράφω τέτοια σοβαρά, είπα να φιλοξενήσω μια άλλη άποψη. Παρακάτω λοιπόν είναι το κείμενο του ForPony!. Καλώς όρισέ τον πολυαγαπημένε μου αναγνώστη. Θα τον αγαπήσεις.

Blogging is DeviantArt for Literature
By: ForPony!

Cats. Babies. Music. Cold. Coffee, or its lack there of. How do homeless people breed when it’s cold outside? Or inside I guess. What’s outside when there’s no inside? Lost thoughts that were so vivid a couple of minutes ago, and now I’m struggling to remember them. Linux.. Sex? Probably. Radio talk shows and how I hate them. How I never seem to have the music I want to listen to. Being in a different country. Libraries and stacks of books. Video games. Boredom. Gadgets and Ipods. Creativity. Cutlery and its accompanying culture. Religion. Paperclips and the money their inventor made. Anger, Fear and Aggression [smashes egg with hammer]. Movies. Schedules and Plans. Doing things you don’t want to. Catching up. Socializing. Spending money or not spending money and their respective pros and cons. Love. Concerts. Bodily functions. Organic lemons and fair trade coffee. Animal bones. Coherent thoughts. Trees. Punctuation.

These are a few things I could express an opinion or an interest in. What does the fact that I don’t mean? What makes people tell other people their thoughts when no one’s asked for them? Would I walk into a crowded room and exclaim, at the top of my voice, that I love tabasco in my pizza? Would I set up a bench on the side of a crowded street telling passers-by what I think about Korea? But what if I put a paper bag over my face? Hmm..

I  probably wouldn’t. I do think that my thoughts are mine and nobody else is interested. Don’t tell me about inferiority complexes, you don’t know me. I always believed that a thought or an opinion is best kept private, at least when it comes to expressing it outside of a conversation. Experience has taught me that people don’t always perceive it as you want, which leads to misconceptions, and then you have to explain what your initial thought was, but by the time you do you really don’t feel like talking about it any more. Then again maybe I just can’t properly express my self and that’s all.

So yes. Why do people blog? What is this burning desire that makes people want to tell others how they feel about things? Whether those things are grocery prices or their innermost secrets, why publish it? And online to boot! If I want to let my friends know what I’m up to, I email them, or call them or go out with them. And I don’t care what strangers think of me or my political/religious/coffee views. I also don’t think I’m very good at writing.

Is there a kind of templated blog where people ask you questions? “What do you think of bricks?” “What is your opinion on contemporary kenyan literature?”. Nah, I still wouldn’t consider it. I would only post one question to myself. “Who do you think you are?”, and close it.

I admit I’ve spent many an hour of entertainment reading some blogs. But I can’t help but think “how the hell do they come up with things like this?”. And what is the purpose behind it? It’s not journalism, so it’s not there to inform me. Is it patronizing me? Urging me to think? Paving the way? What if I don’t want to think about that? Noooo, I’ve already started reading it and now I can’t take my mind off it!

So from now on I will rank blogging as an art. Small bits of literature, some good, some better. Some popular, some buried. An art it is, because again it boggles my mind to think that I could ever draw something and consider it good or important enough to impose it on people. And I shall call bloggers Artistic Hitlers of Thought. Not because I don’t like you, au contraire mon fraire! But because it just popped in my head and I thought I’d share it with you.

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Όσο για μένα, ξέρεις γιατί γράφω αγαπημένε μου αναγνώστη. Επειδή μπορώ. Επειδή γουστάρω ν’ ακούω το κλικι-κλικι των πλήκτρων. Επειδή έτσι μου ‘ρθε. Άι’μ ε σίμπλ γκέρλ.

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