Friday, September 21, 2007

In Whom Shall We Trust?

It's not likely that whatever I write here will settle anything about the question I posed as the title of this post.

I have established two blogs, this one, The Thirsty Muse, and the other one, Cape Cod Lighthouse. The first is about what I feel about stuff and the second about what I think about stuff.

Often my attention is grabbed, you might say hijacked, by input of stuff uninvited. I experience something like the static one gets when trying to adjust the dial to get a clear signal on the radio.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Poet and the Pendulum

I set up this blog as a place to publish some or all of the content of my poetry collection, The Poet and the Pendulum, but also a place where I can share what I feel about stuff in contrast to what I think about stuff. If your confused leave a comment, and I will respond with some clarity.

It's kind of a second chance to share, and as such I expect that I will re-think what I published before, and pick and chose what I will publish here. I might also make changes to some of the poems, for literary improvement, meaningful improvement, error correction or whatever. As a Second Chance it offers the best of options for an author: a blank slate, an opportunity to improve and a chance to edit and proofread one more time. Such are the benefits of Second Chances.

On the off chance that anyone actually reads this post, and in the even more off chance that such a reader wants to find the original work, here is its ISBN: 0-9712356-0-0.

I also write on another blog,, where I try to express my rational and logical thoughts. Some who know me fairly well tell me that I am at least two persons, confirming my own suspicions. Some of them point to my birth date, and tell me that I'm on the cusp of Taurus and Gemini, the Bull in the China Shop and the Twins. That would be a convenient explanation for my admitted dual tendencies; to say what I think, employing logic at the expense of feelings, arguing as a lawyer, as my father used to observe, and to write what I feel as my mother used to observe.

For years these aspects of my being have been confusing to me, much like trying to tune into a radio station hoping to get a clear signal, but getting only static.

Even as I write this I'm wondering whether I should exclaim that I've made a decision about how I should live, hang the consequences, or hold back unsure of the validity of what I think and/or feel; and the accompanying fear of unintended consequences.

If you have read this far, and in any way feel some identification with what you have read, perhaps you will return to this site, where I will be posting some of my poems.

A further observation; What I plan to publish here will not withstand the scrutiny of rationality and logic. It will be intentionally of a different nature. It will be personal, and not in the mold of the well educated, hard driving, success oriented, task oriented and competitive male.

Should you be sufficiently interested to read what I have written, coming from the thinking, logical, objective side of me, go to: