In case you have not noticed, there has been little to no action on this blog in quite sometime.
I am sorry. A part of my life has drastically changed recently, and I can only guess that that shift has caused a severe lack of motivation to write. Which is funny, because I should have more free time to work on this blog.
Thinking through this lead me to write about something a friend from high school once told me long ago:
“Tyler, you read so much good literature, you are going to need to shit that out, or else you will get bloated.”
The above was in the context of my needing to begin writing on a semi-serious yet most definitely regular basis.
This statement has stuck with me ever since. I have observed, especially in the past month, just how true this is. When we are reading so much more than we are writing — me in high school — we become self-important and heady. When we write so much more than we read — me right now — we become self-important and empty. So, either way, art, truth and beauty become things that are solely there for our use and not for something larger than us. Which is probably pretty bad.
I see two interesting ideas underlying his statement: consumerism is inherently tied to trying to create art, and truth without community is meaningless.
Some quick thoughts to ponder.
By the way, the only reason I wrote this tonight was thanks to Bon Iver’s new album. Thank you Justin. Probably the best album since American Football’s 1999 release.