The Writing Journal

Gripped in the Talmud of a tonality, a sweeping experience of true dissonance:  my musical journey.

Homophobic erotica depicting masturbation that is flaccid, frustrating and painful may be an emotional journey of letting go of guilt through association.

Tirade of emblems that presuppose design on all things made of god.

Or passionate rants about bobulous babes of the opposite sex (same sex, or no sex).

These canon like entries into my journal (or diary) are not meant to see the light of public consumption.

The truth is personal, specific to one’s own knowledge, stylized in their voice (using 1st person on many occasions).

But a journal may be on any and all topics that thwart or endear the masses.

Yet, not all reader or writer, neither or both hast gazed upon thine navel to propagate prose in this vein or humors.

Tsk-tsk, on one’s neighbour’s folly, thyself, and all…than roam upon this inhabited planet floating in the milky way.

Go now, and write upon the hill, your classic dialogue that speaks to one, no one or many!



How many roles do I play where I am attempting to impress myself and others by using affected speech, being ostentatious, showy or overly ambitious, a pompous ass, artificially inflating my part, overblowing the issue, sounding high and mighty, using flowery speech, being grandiose and elaborating beyond the pale (like I am now).

We all do it. We all do it, badly.

So I practice the opposite: being genuine, telling things honestly.

I moderate my speech and behavior.

My virtue is modest, plain, simple, humble, and unconceited when I am at my best.

I attempt to write the way I talk, using common speech as a model towards writing simple truth and using plain language.

I am sick of hearing myself talk or being depicted in the first person.

I find it easier to use silence to persuade myself to use an economy of words when I speak.

But as a curious student who tries too hard to get it right. I tend to overdo my mistakes before I can become aware of them and take a better approach.

I offer you a chance to question all that I say here by engaging me or your closer friends in a chit-chat or discussion about this topic of being a ‘blowhard’.

I just found myself judging the clerk at the store today.  I said, “You are being pretentious.”  Of course, I was talking to myself.