Communicating                           bcmeikle@shaw.ca


Sunny day late novemer, the sky is blue and the word oriented voice is on.

I remember a thousand pieces scatterred in boxes that begin like above.
Rainy tuesday, 1988 and the muse is on.

And if the stream of verbal consciousness still exists, it is sporadic and crusty. There are aches and pains in the bones of these words, and time is passing with a whooshin sound...They must walk their road. 

little did I know that I was blogging all this time.
 The box is full of ravings...

I guess I'll put them up. Dated accordingly.

The web is about nakedness still. Raw, crude nudity, and in my case that nakedness is putting up some stuff I'm embarrassed of. I dont have to show off my genitals like a lot of people. My exhibitionism is of the soul. Logic porno.

and like so many times that I write its to straighten my own thoughts... put them in lines that I can sort. divide, multiply.

What the web is, is an ability to spontaneously communicate. To sit down each morning and publish your thoughts. For some this is merely empowering but for
me it is tremendously healthy, because I am a frustrated communicator. It may even
be my road to higher health.

Like at an aa meeting 'My name is Shirley and I am an alcoholic.

My name is Bill and I have written.

I will write.