Someone is thinking today...

Over at PORNFELD!


I'm thinking too, about community and the importance of community... which means (always) a certain amount of ingroup/outgroup dynamic. Much as it sounds awful. That dynamic is part of what brings people together.


I'm in a weird place right now with it. Because I'm lonely, terribly lonely for writers, for people who make my life make sense... who want to have the conversations I want, people who read...


So, if I'm honest about it, I have to admit that I would happily hang out with anyone who wanted to drink coffee and talk poems, be they Slammers, Billy Collins, or Ron Silliman.


But if I'm being honest (whether I like it or not) I also have to admit that I'd probably be equally likely to sit and snicker about Slammers, Billy Collins, ar Ron Silliman, over coffee or cocktails. If I could find someone to snicker with.


Because I like to talk, and know writers, and all things are eventually snicker-able. I'm not saying I'd lie, or that I wouldn't defend my heroes and friends, but I probably would participate in conversations I wouldn't want on record. About people I could likely find common ground with.


Because we're writers, and people. We learn from these things, forge relationships on criticism, but also apology.


It's a bonding thing. It's what we do.