Clarification

So I write. Blog writing is certainly something I enjoy. I also write poetry. And then I make movies of those poems. I also write essays and emails and my name on government forms and on envelopes and on body parts when my fans walk up to me with a Sharpie and ask for my signature. So of all those things I write (one of which I made up), sometimes there's personal stuff in there. Or introspective...stuff. And things. Now some of it has meaning. Some of it really was about an actual person! I've always been surprised at how much paler my imagination is compared to real life, so I write about real things. Maybe it's an old relationship. Or a dream. Or a thought. Or maybe I was really drunk. Or maybe my servant monkey took control of the computer. 

The main thing with most of my writing (and most of the time it's just poetry) is that I just write it. I have to. I can't really control what I write and sometime ago, I moved beyond any shame or embarrassment affiliated with making those words public. In fact, I settled quite some time ago with the idea that whoever is me is going to be public. I think blogs in society have helped a lot of people come to this realization. Not a lot of people shared their "journal" before. It was kind of unheard of. Well, hello 2008. Things are a bit different. 

So, I write poetry. And it's out there. Maybe it's about you. Maybe it's not. Maybe if was about you yeaaaaaaaaaars ago. But hey, not to draw any comparison, but just because Oliver got older it doesn't mean Charles Dickens went back and rewrote the thing. So take the context of my poetry with at least 10 grains of salt. Maybe 20. Because in the end, it doesn't always make sense to me sometimes. 

Whew, well that's out of the way. My other blog is available now.