Confession

I will confess to writing much more off-line these days than on. Indeed, this Blog and its sibloglings have been, from the beginning, more of the "notes to self" genre than a self-conscious attempt to write for an audience. Or, perhaps, cyber-graffiti.

What audience I have been able to attract to my blogs has always been modest, which troubles me not at all. Wrapping up a book manuscript and continuing to fill my personal and scholarly archives with pages of lines have taken me away from contributing regularly to these cyber-notes. I find that activity more personally and professionally fulfilling. And I work harder on those projects. Most of what I post on my blogs is off-the-cuff.

Those who stumble upon this blog and are familiar with Chuang-tzu's story about the "useless tree" will understand my version of Transcendentalism better than anyone else...

I assume that I will continue to post on-line in a desultory fashion into the future. But there may be lengthy periods of silence going forward. A Transgressive Transcendentalist, a party or sect of one, muttering to himself within eye-shot of the bored or curious, pushing no products, with unfashionable opinions on almost every subject that he feels moved to remark, has little to offer anyone these days.

But this is news to no one.