I am a Brevity-addict.
Because I lack it (brevity lowercase) so drastically and because it (Brevity uppercase) so often makes me laugh. And think. At the same time. Without the whole milk/nose thing going on.
This from January 17th, "The Made-Up Self," will stand for all the rest. And I will make an end.
I lied. And besides, I myself am not under any contract to practice brevity and so ~ this also from January 28th, from a description of sessions of the AWP conference going on this week in the wrong Washington (D.C. not PNW).
Of course, there is commentary to each of these posts - bloggers who protest they for one (they each say this) are interested in interiority, in real insight and reflection, they themselves are conscious of consciousness, they at least are doing more than just reciting the cake recipe of their daily doing, they are offering uniquely intimate glimpses, valuable reflective views worth the attention of others in the thinking public.
Oh, but aren't we? All?