ci risiamo
what is the appeal to readers of a blog over readers of something like a publication? is it the immediacy? the news-like but conversational tone? in the wake of the so-called death of the lyric, are the features of the lyric rising in a completely new form? or is this expansion of blog culture somehow the expansion of a trimmed scholasticim that meets with reality tv? to say that the blog itself fosters a sense of new intellectual freedom seems to me to be a lacking argument; however, blogs do add to the general decentering effect that the electronic non-being of the web is creating. is the blog like the mythical cave of euripides? a place where one can steal away moments from the onrush of a speed culture to create language arrangements that will disrupt that culture? is the blog culture especially necessary in the time of bush and his silent harassment of creative language?
so many questions. one should be why do i refer to a non-being space in terms of an actual space, i.e. a cave? where am i existing at this moment before you? of course, this question could as easily apply to print sources. it is answered through the sense of presence that i receive while reading keats with my feet dangling over a lake in mississippi or perched on a wall in ancona. yet, in some sense i still feel like a ball of cyber nothing floating on the web. i have completed the circuit but am not being fried, or at least i think that i am not.
on another note, body parts are being thrown with explosions everyday. what can i do in this electric non-being except challange the language that allows such destruction?
what is the appeal to readers of a blog over readers of something like a publication? is it the immediacy? the news-like but conversational tone? in the wake of the so-called death of the lyric, are the features of the lyric rising in a completely new form? or is this expansion of blog culture somehow the expansion of a trimmed scholasticim that meets with reality tv? to say that the blog itself fosters a sense of new intellectual freedom seems to me to be a lacking argument; however, blogs do add to the general decentering effect that the electronic non-being of the web is creating. is the blog like the mythical cave of euripides? a place where one can steal away moments from the onrush of a speed culture to create language arrangements that will disrupt that culture? is the blog culture especially necessary in the time of bush and his silent harassment of creative language?
so many questions. one should be why do i refer to a non-being space in terms of an actual space, i.e. a cave? where am i existing at this moment before you? of course, this question could as easily apply to print sources. it is answered through the sense of presence that i receive while reading keats with my feet dangling over a lake in mississippi or perched on a wall in ancona. yet, in some sense i still feel like a ball of cyber nothing floating on the web. i have completed the circuit but am not being fried, or at least i think that i am not.
on another note, body parts are being thrown with explosions everyday. what can i do in this electric non-being except challange the language that allows such destruction?
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