With three and a half years of this blog, I thought the new year might be a good time to take a rest. After hitting a high of 9500 unique visitors in one month, the readership has wobbled up and down, and recently dropped to just over 6000. I don’t know why, but it is possible that people are getting sick of the sound of my voice, that the posts are becoming repetitious. In any case, I’m getting sick of the sound of my own voice. The rate of posting—every second day—might be a bit too high. There is something coming up in the near future that could give the blog more momentum, and more readers, so it’s perhaps wise to regroup and enjoy some down time in anticipation of that day. I leave you with a thought from Harold Bloom:
“…the language of British and American poetry, from at least Wordsworth to the present, is overdetermined in its patternings, and so necessarily is underdetermined in its meanings.”
Make the move from literature to art and that says it for abstraction. Hope that while talking about art that speaks to me, I haven’t made the mistake of attributing meanings.