For by now--my dear, dear friends--you must be wondering, ' What is all this shit ? ' A sudden flurry of new posts, in hopes of attracting readers ( for, as you well know, that every musician wants listeners, so, every writer craves readers) and so, a valiant attempt has now been made, to give the breath of life to a once blue, and 'flat-lined' Blog, whose aspirations were an admitted admixture of humility and hubris.
One, tiny Blog among bazillions, with strident entries, penned by a single Voice with noble, lofty intent.
I had--for some long time before--been in an agony of pain, which was, eventually diagnosed as Lupus; Fibromyalgia/ Chronic Pain/ and Chronic Fatique which, as it increased, until the right medications could be stumbled upon, my outlook and my life turned on a dime to become a chore and a bore to simply breathe.
Somewhere I lost my volition, sense of purpose...nearly everything, and with it went my Blog, and gladly did I give it up, ( ' for, one cannot hope to look full upon the Gorgon's face, and live ' ).
With heart as well as hat in hand, I went to MDJunction, a clearing house of illnesses and support groups; and there, cast my tangled nets into a smaller ocean, and, in the fullness of time, began--again--to write 'diary entries', under the pseudonym of 'Zahc', my 'AKA'; my alter ego; meine gutter geist.
For he is, indeed, a fine fellow: a transmogrified sock puppet, who, nevertheless, could speak, and hoped to be a Voice, an Advocate, not like the toothless, weary warrior that I have, by default become.
And so, my dear and sweet followers ( by Christ, THAT sounded so pretentious ), how 'bout I just say 'readers', I will begin to transfer my diary entries from there to here ( like Dr. Seuss ), most everywhere.
To all I freely admit, I have become something of a cheap whore for want of readers; and, why not ?
With often tired and dissapointed peepers, I have beheld far , far worse than this on 'You Tube', and not much better on Yahoo, even though it IS my home page. Hey...we ALL want to touch the magic and go viral.
We want readers, subscribers, followers, advertisers, and a subsequent bit of filthy lucre; a nano-second of fleeting fame, and at least a cent-a-click, for, as well you know...ALL of us are broke in this suck-ass economy, and yet, I could get accustomed to a life of Barbaric Splendor. Who couldn't ?
And so to all, I say 'goodnight, goodnight, for parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say again goodnight, 'til it be morrow', or the day after, at least.
With all due love and affection,
Charles/Zahc
One, tiny Blog among bazillions, with strident entries, penned by a single Voice with noble, lofty intent.
I had--for some long time before--been in an agony of pain, which was, eventually diagnosed as Lupus; Fibromyalgia/ Chronic Pain/ and Chronic Fatique which, as it increased, until the right medications could be stumbled upon, my outlook and my life turned on a dime to become a chore and a bore to simply breathe.
Somewhere I lost my volition, sense of purpose...nearly everything, and with it went my Blog, and gladly did I give it up, ( ' for, one cannot hope to look full upon the Gorgon's face, and live ' ).
With heart as well as hat in hand, I went to MDJunction, a clearing house of illnesses and support groups; and there, cast my tangled nets into a smaller ocean, and, in the fullness of time, began--again--to write 'diary entries', under the pseudonym of 'Zahc', my 'AKA'; my alter ego; meine gutter geist.
For he is, indeed, a fine fellow: a transmogrified sock puppet, who, nevertheless, could speak, and hoped to be a Voice, an Advocate, not like the toothless, weary warrior that I have, by default become.
And so, my dear and sweet followers ( by Christ, THAT sounded so pretentious ), how 'bout I just say 'readers', I will begin to transfer my diary entries from there to here ( like Dr. Seuss ), most everywhere.
To all I freely admit, I have become something of a cheap whore for want of readers; and, why not ?
With often tired and dissapointed peepers, I have beheld far , far worse than this on 'You Tube', and not much better on Yahoo, even though it IS my home page. Hey...we ALL want to touch the magic and go viral.
We want readers, subscribers, followers, advertisers, and a subsequent bit of filthy lucre; a nano-second of fleeting fame, and at least a cent-a-click, for, as well you know...ALL of us are broke in this suck-ass economy, and yet, I could get accustomed to a life of Barbaric Splendor. Who couldn't ?
And so to all, I say 'goodnight, goodnight, for parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say again goodnight, 'til it be morrow', or the day after, at least.
With all due love and affection,
Charles/Zahc
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