To the readers of my blogs
The readers of my original blog - The Global Socialist Revolution of the 21st Century and the Transformation of America - know that I was first alerted to the confluence of geopolitical forces in the region of the Caspian Sea in 1999, when I started at Dalton Kent Securities.
To get the fulll story you have to read all of my books, including:
THE WAR FOR U.S. ECONOMIC HEGEMONY
HUGO CHAVEZ, JESUS CHRIST AND THE SECOND COMING OF THE WAR ON TERROR
POST-MODERN CHRISTIANITY
THE FORMATION OF THE MODERN SUBJECT IN CONRAD AND WOOLF
ON THE NATURE OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY FROM JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU TO HOWARD STERN
Does your penchant for a recording artist's first attempt at creating popular music extend to literary artists, too ? Surely this is not the case. The quality of a writer's output over the course of his lifetime forms an arc that often portrays the less than scientific history of the novel as a work of art itself. I could say that my article on the wooden walnut games of the middle-class was one of those passages that had to be traveled in order to advance into a writerly persona, and onward to recline in the long grass with the lions of lasting literature. Language was a constraint to me before I built a dwelling out of words. The one indispenable figure for me is the image of God who allows me to express myself with a strength that I do not have, not for today but for tomorrow....
To clarify further, reclining in the long grass is not a sdtage which marks the absence of power, it is a summit that every writer yearns to reach and even trembles to consider. the stage where he feels that his words have the power to change the world. However, this is often the time in one's life when one yearns to exist most in conversation and hbis work suffers as a result. It's as if a writer is a being who exists in counter-time: at a time when it seems almost reasonable to ask why people were not lining up to admire the power with which his artistry grasped the world - when his work is considered in progressive sequence - it is also marked as a time when the work reflects the most significiant mis-steps of his artistic career. Now having abandoned the idea of using form and content as a means of addressing the world, his later work reveals the existence of the world as a form-driven narrative. In this way the writer is consistently held up as a false prophet.
There were a few errors in my last paragraph and I shuddered as I imagined you taking me to task for these mistakes. This is a move from your new game, "It's too deep for me to understand." It's not too deep, it's too personal ! But it's clear enough what we're talking about here, that a want to be a popular writer and a writer for the ages. How am I to reconcile these two desires ? And surely isn't it more profitable to the world for me to write the story of how 9/11 came to pass, which is what I am currently doing with my blog ? But I feel that this, too, is coming to an end and that I willl soon be at work on another project. Writing more books is the most attractive work I see, but appears to me to be too reliant of the spellbinding hymns of the bourgeoisie. If my work is sheer speculation, I'd be better put to use if I just stood on the corner shouting about the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.
I have to find some way to realize a form of literature that signifies God's power, a mode of writing that way acurately recalls the values I ascribed to texts before I turned the pages.
To get the fulll story you have to read all of my books, including:
THE WAR FOR U.S. ECONOMIC HEGEMONY
HUGO CHAVEZ, JESUS CHRIST AND THE SECOND COMING OF THE WAR ON TERROR
POST-MODERN CHRISTIANITY
THE FORMATION OF THE MODERN SUBJECT IN CONRAD AND WOOLF
ON THE NATURE OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY FROM JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU TO HOWARD STERN
Does your penchant for a recording artist's first attempt at creating popular music extend to literary artists, too ? Surely this is not the case. The quality of a writer's output over the course of his lifetime forms an arc that often portrays the less than scientific history of the novel as a work of art itself. I could say that my article on the wooden walnut games of the middle-class was one of those passages that had to be traveled in order to advance into a writerly persona, and onward to recline in the long grass with the lions of lasting literature. Language was a constraint to me before I built a dwelling out of words. The one indispenable figure for me is the image of God who allows me to express myself with a strength that I do not have, not for today but for tomorrow....
To clarify further, reclining in the long grass is not a sdtage which marks the absence of power, it is a summit that every writer yearns to reach and even trembles to consider. the stage where he feels that his words have the power to change the world. However, this is often the time in one's life when one yearns to exist most in conversation and hbis work suffers as a result. It's as if a writer is a being who exists in counter-time: at a time when it seems almost reasonable to ask why people were not lining up to admire the power with which his artistry grasped the world - when his work is considered in progressive sequence - it is also marked as a time when the work reflects the most significiant mis-steps of his artistic career. Now having abandoned the idea of using form and content as a means of addressing the world, his later work reveals the existence of the world as a form-driven narrative. In this way the writer is consistently held up as a false prophet.
There were a few errors in my last paragraph and I shuddered as I imagined you taking me to task for these mistakes. This is a move from your new game, "It's too deep for me to understand." It's not too deep, it's too personal ! But it's clear enough what we're talking about here, that a want to be a popular writer and a writer for the ages. How am I to reconcile these two desires ? And surely isn't it more profitable to the world for me to write the story of how 9/11 came to pass, which is what I am currently doing with my blog ? But I feel that this, too, is coming to an end and that I willl soon be at work on another project. Writing more books is the most attractive work I see, but appears to me to be too reliant of the spellbinding hymns of the bourgeoisie. If my work is sheer speculation, I'd be better put to use if I just stood on the corner shouting about the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.
I have to find some way to realize a form of literature that signifies God's power, a mode of writing that way acurately recalls the values I ascribed to texts before I turned the pages.
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