I feel like writing poetry. Or writing something. Personal. And so I sit in front of my computer, partially decompressed from work after having left it behind several hours ago, and wander about the Internet, periodically feeling this impulse coursing through my veins, and I realize I'm not sure where to turn. I don't want to announce on Facebook that I feel like writing poetry. I don't want to announce it on Twitter (but I do, on one of my three pseudonym accounts, where I feel safely anonymous). I don't feel like opening a new Word document and writing on a blank computer screen/page. I have a fleeting impulse to begin a new blog. Then I go and visit the archives of the many defunct new blogs I've started and abandoned in the past. So back here I return. And that is that. A little throat-clearing in a comfortable setting before I do open a new Word document and stare at it for a little while and see what happens.
Savion Glover: jazz concerto conductor, whole body instrument(alist), art form boundary exploder, performance revolutionary, world class athlete, genius.
Peerless.
