My contribution to March i.e. Existential Crisis Month
I am sorry for my silence, but I am sick of communicating. If there is anything I have learned so far, it is that communication here is different; it is something murkier, more mediated by unseen and unspoken factors. I cannot do this well– I cannot disguise my intentions as a way of making them known and, as a result, so much of my attempt at communication has been ignored, deflected, misunderstood or rejected. It is hard not to want to withdraw from everything I have invested myself in. It is hard not to feel naive for investing in the first place. It is hard not to wonder what I am doing here. So contrary to my contractual obligation to blog, and against all of my natural inclinations, I think I’ll try to stay silent for awhile. Maybe that will help.
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March 15th, 2008 at 2:39 am
silent or not you would make an excellent metropolis, at the very least a wonderful place to live.
March 15th, 2008 at 9:09 am
For some of us, prolonged silence meant we were thankful quietly that you are even here posting in this place…but more importantly creating. We did not want to mess with that dynamic that was working by interrupting.
100 percent approval of your decision for silence, but you don’t need my approval.
100 percent thankful for your gift of presence to the city.
Another delightful reason to live:
Spartanburg had Arielle Angel in residence … there is hope for the whole world that seems to be falling apart around us.
March 16th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
be silent in cyberspace if you wish, but not in the flesh!!
the spiz needs your wonderful voice and point of view, whether you feel it right now or not.
and btw, this is an ominous post for the ideas of march.
et tu, brute??
looking forward to toasting you w/some sparkling black currant juice soon.
March 16th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
March 17th, 2008 at 7:34 pm
Great, I finally log on and now you’re not posting anymore.
March 18th, 2008 at 9:41 pm
“communication here is different; it is something murkier, more mediated by unseen and unspoken factors”
Welcome to the South. I’ve lived in SC and GA all my life, and even I find the indirectness irritating. I find myself rewriting emails over and over again to make sure that I don’t accidentally cause offense. It’s frustrating.
I’ve just discovered your blog today, and I’ve been reading the past few entries. It seems like we’re in about the same place: lost. No idea what we’re doing or where we should go next, but terrified of wasting the little time we have.
That’s frustrating too, and depressing. The dilemma follows us like a cloud: “what, in the name of all the gods, am I supposed to do now?”
I hope you find your answers.
From what I’ve read today, you’ve got a lot of insightful and interesting things to say. Best of luck to you.