I like to write cryptically. I enjoy it. I gave up the idea long ago that anything the artist creates is in any way controlled by the artist once it is released to the public sphere. Whatever the artist intended can only be gotten at by talking to the artist…and even then not fully because the artist changes while the word remains as it always was.

With that in mind I enjoy writing enigmatically because, while I must release control of meaning to the broader world, I can still have an impact by not necessarily approaching truths and subjects straight on but sometimes rather obliquely.

Such was the recent post entitled – A Hint of Things To Come. What is written in there is, in fact, an excerpt from a work of fiction that I have been writing. I presented it completely out of context and with no clues as to its meaning primarily for the sheer sadistic joy of knowing that people would try to puzzle it out. In the end it is not about anything you would know nor am I in the habit of disguising people and personal incidents in fiction. As far as I am concerned truth is truth and fiction is fiction and there can be no fiction in truth and at best, fiction might present truth “through a glass darkly” as it were.

Why do I write this? I suppose because ultimately I care what people think and want to make sure they know my modus operandi when it comes to writing. If I want to say something about anyone I will simply say said thing about said person without so much as a single bush having been beaten around. You, gentle reader, should also know that I am not in the habit of writing about people other than myself in places as public as the blogosphere (unless it’s a public figure who has then invited public discourse)…I consider such things the height of misfortune.

At any rate there you go. You now have some sense of the clown you are dealing with here. Happy reading. 🙂