Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence,
tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence. –George Santayana
Every so often the old Monsignor at our family parish would deliver a Sunday sermon castigating parishioners for skipping their Sunday obligations. My mother always found these performances funny. “Wagging his finger at empty pews, scolding the dutiful.”
I feel a kinship with the old Monsignor tonight. As blog readership has sloughed off, down to just the hyper-faithful, I wonder if Reality Salad has run its course. It’s been ten months now, fifty postings. Time to give it a rest, with a bow and a blown kiss to those of you who still check in. We won’t take the site down, just let it hibernate. I have Dominick novels to write.
Back in the day (that would be the ‘70s), when I was on the road a lot, I rolled my own cigarettes. Top tobacco (“STAY ON TOP”) came in a yellow paper packet with glued rolling papers. For a quarter I could roll thirty real smokes. The inner pouch was made of foil-backed white paper, which, when emptied, could be flattened out into a sturdy five-by-seven-inch piece of stationary—perfect for notes and poems with short lines. On the road that’s what I wrote on. Folded back up, foil-side out, they were impervious to the travails of backpack life. The size of the page dictated the content. My sprung sonnets matured there, constrained by the size of that foil-backed piece of paper. They collected themselves in a side pocket of my REI backpack—my blog site forty years ago.
That was a much more private time. People took pride in their secrets. Whatever was deemed worth sharing was shared with just a few intimates, and in person. Every so often back then I would go through the poems in the backpack and pick ones to type out and Xerox and staple together into a chapbook and mail out to 20 or 30 friends. Xerozines, poems for free. Rarely did people acknowledge receiving them; that was unnecessary.
So we will set the Reality Salad bowl adrift for a bit, see where happenstance floats it. Adieu, my friends.
6 thoughts on “Blog Off”
Thanks John, I have enjoyed your postings, enjoy your hiatus and other writing projects. Keep us updated on how your friend in prison is doing. Hasta.
well ….I can’t figure out how to leave a comment …but this seems to be the way (a bit tech illiterate here on blogs I gues) …. …. damn you …I was just beginning to understand good literature reading yours…. 🙂 ….instead of my cheese feel good mystery and romance novels…. now what will I read…more feel good mysteries solved and romance novels !!! 😉 Really really really and yes really ……have enjoyed reading your blog……. and so has Judy ….I just forward them to her….she is too busy to open them herself… but she always open my mail for fear I have jumped off another boat and broke my back !!! instead she finds your good read blog !! 🙂
Keep writing ….
You can take a break…….but don’t leave us ! Your blog makes me feel connected…..as we were as
Kids……your parents & namesake enjoy your blogs too……making all proud of you !
Will be sorry to see you go but hope you mean it when you say you’re taking a hiatus. I’ve enjoyed every blog but have not been good about acknowledging that fact. Take care and come back when the spirit moves you.
Taking a break to write other pieces is OK.
Wagging your finger at the empty pews pisses off the faithful.
I hope you’ll throw something our way every so often.
I’ll also miss the link to Michael Maki.
I, too, will miss your blogs and I also understand the necessity of taking a little time away! Take care of yourself, please. Love you, Deloris Raines