A new year--this has got to be a good thing. 2008 was a strange twelve months for me--artistic triumph combined with a something damn close to financial collapse. Nearly thirty years of variations off of Reaganonics have left this country in a frightening mess, and for the first time in my life I'm finding myself being caught up in a big way with the larger financial woes of the larger world--and it sucks mightily.
I feel like going into a rant about how the artist is not appreciated in this country, but I'll spare you (and myself) that; I've made my choices and I will live with them as part of the larger quiet dignity I seem to be carving out for myself these last few years. The truth is, I'd rather be a starving writer, a writer who's willing to pay a heavy price for laying down what he see as being the truth, than doing anything else I can imagine. In my twenties I envisioned myself becoming a kind of Henry Miller-like character--and that's exactly what I've become. And like him, I too will emerge from this pit laughing. Or more accurately, I am emerging from this pit laughing. Fat bank accounts are for fools and where the sea meets the sand is for dreaming. I know that my poverty means I am succeeding in life beyond my wildest dreams ...
OK, enough of this. The long promised Backwaters section will be up very soon.
Monday, January 5, 2009
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