My “luvuh” (I call her that to bug her cuz she dunno like “girlfriend”) uses the xpress “ish,” as in “I’m not mad at you–ish.” I’m stealing it for this blog, the 52nd. Yes, I have written one a week for a year. Yay, me–ish.

I was asked if I had any words of wisdom about my blogging experience now that it has reached an anniversary, and I knew that the question had a tongue-in-cheek vibe. Pretentious, Moi? Words of wisdom, do I have any words of wisdom, do I HAVE ANY WORDS OF WISDOM. Does someone who has written a blog for a year believe he has any words of wisdom? Ah, yeah.

Of course the most famous wise man in literature was a fool, Polonius from Hamlet, he of “neither a borrower nor a lender be,” it turns out it’s quite alright to do either, and “to thine own self be true,” which when you think ‘bout it means what exactly? Wisdom can sometimes be attributable to experience, but Thoreau was quite profound on this, he said “nah.” My friends, the current Republicon candidate for President is running an experience campaign. I’d just like to remind him that Donald Rumsfeld, the man he calls “the worst secretary of defense in history” was also the most experienced secretary of defense in history when he took over the job; he’d already had it before!

So, as is typical of me, I’ve had words of wisdom about blogging, before I did it, and now that I’ve done it, I have not one jot (whutz a jot?) more than I started. I really am a fruit fly suspended in a jar of gelatin (I have no idea what I’m talkin’ ‘bout). Did you know that fruit flies move in the opposite direction of gravity. If you shake a jar they’re in, they’ll move upward instead of falling down to the bottom of the jar. (Thank you The Internet, or erm The World Wide Web, I hear hundreds of people are “on it” every day).

I am a poet. And out of that comes all this stuff. I make music, movies, philosophy, criticism, novels, plays, stories, and debates in bars, and uh, whoopee (whut?). I mean blogs, Now I do those too. (Oh yeah, and poems.) I like Moli because it is new and growing and I like things at the beginnings like Silent Movies, and Early Rock ‘n Roll (when the electric guitar was just invented), and any kind of stuff that is going on before grown-ups find it and begin their jihad. (Look out for the word-ish, “monetize.”)

The best way I can describe my blogging experience is this–ish. It’s a scene from one of my favorites films, The Horse's Mouth, from 1958 starring Alec Guinness. I’ll sum the scene up and maybe mangle it a ‘lil bit in the truncation but basically a sculptor finds out an artist has found a place to work (it’s actually in some collectors’ luxury apartment while they’re on vacation) so he proceeds to “crane” in a giant piece of marble to this space so that he can work also, but it’s so heavy that it drops through the floor to the space below. There’s a pause, the sculptor jumps down into the hole, and then you hear his voice,

“It’s o.k. I can work down here.”