ED did it again. She twisted my arm just a little bit to go ahead and start another blog despite my "failure" on livejournal a couple of years back. Apparently, I can still log in but all the stuff got deleted since I had abandoned the place. Now a new start. Why not test some ideas and do some writing every day, ED asked me yesterday, so here I am. Perhaps watching the documentary on Hank today provided the impetus necessary to sit down and register here. Hank is Henry Charles Bukowski, a writer I admired years ago for his frank sexy writing on women and the life of a drifter in the U.S.A. The life's story ends tragic, so I think, with him contracting tuberculosis first and later leukemia. (1920-1994) Still, he had something to say to the average man about how to live a life and did not care much for academia and formalism. In fact, there is one quote that stands out to me and while I cannot repeat it verbatim it states that when the writer's spirit wanes his work will become more formalist. And this is something I will attempt to avoid in the weeks and years to come. Let the new conversation begin!
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