I Love You (including a poem by Walt Whitman)
December 25th 2009 06:39
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for having grown on me over the three and a half years I have been writing this blog. (When I first started I was skeptical that I would be happy with my audience, or that they would be happy with me.) Over time, I realised that I have managed to inspire a small but devoted bunch of you to look forward to my next post. It makes me happy and fulfilled to know that 29 of you subscribe to this blog, and there are many more who visit me periodically to see what's new in my world.
You are obviously a special, gifted and imaginative bunch, and I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to tickle your fancy.
I came across a poem today which made me think of you, by Walt Whitman. Here it is:
Who Is Now Reading This?
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it; )
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.
You, you, you! It's all about you - if it weren't for you then I probably wouldn't be writing in this format. I'd like to congratulate you - for being who you are. I'd like to encourage you - to dream up exciting new ways to bring out the best in yourself. I'd like to kiss your cheek - because I imagine it getting rounder when you smile, the sensation a reminder of how receptive you are to touch. I'd like to thank you - for encouraging me to be who I am, inspiring me to chase wilder, loftier senses of my fragmented selves.
Thank you for creative your own journey through the narrative in my fragments and the fragments in my narrative.
For me, the question is not always: What shall I write about?
It is quite often: What shall I not write about?
My desire to provoke comes not without a desire to please, and so I tend tone down how intensely or sweepingly I critique... the question is, dear reader, what would you like to read from me in the future?
Would you like me to go deeper in my criticisms, or am I already subversive enough? Is there a subject matter that you would like me to address more often? Is there a subject matter, event, person, or theme that you feel I would enjoy covering that I haven't done yet? Why do you like reading Postmodern Critic?
Please give me your feedback - I am eager to learn what motivates you to read Postmodern Critic, and how I can help you get the most of your time on this site.
I love you,
Epiphanie
Thank you for having grown on me over the three and a half years I have been writing this blog. (When I first started I was skeptical that I would be happy with my audience, or that they would be happy with me.) Over time, I realised that I have managed to inspire a small but devoted bunch of you to look forward to my next post. It makes me happy and fulfilled to know that 29 of you subscribe to this blog, and there are many more who visit me periodically to see what's new in my world.
You are obviously a special, gifted and imaginative bunch, and I spend a lot of time thinking about how best to tickle your fancy.
Let yourself be held, admired and appreciated 
I came across a poem today which made me think of you, by Walt Whitman. Here it is:
Who Is Now Reading This?
May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it; )
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
You, you, you! It's all about you - if it weren't for you then I probably wouldn't be writing in this format. I'd like to congratulate you - for being who you are. I'd like to encourage you - to dream up exciting new ways to bring out the best in yourself. I'd like to kiss your cheek - because I imagine it getting rounder when you smile, the sensation a reminder of how receptive you are to touch. I'd like to thank you - for encouraging me to be who I am, inspiring me to chase wilder, loftier senses of my fragmented selves.
Thank you for creative your own journey through the narrative in my fragments and the fragments in my narrative.
For me, the question is not always: What shall I write about?
It is quite often: What shall I not write about?
My desire to provoke comes not without a desire to please, and so I tend tone down how intensely or sweepingly I critique... the question is, dear reader, what would you like to read from me in the future?
Would you like me to go deeper in my criticisms, or am I already subversive enough? Is there a subject matter that you would like me to address more often? Is there a subject matter, event, person, or theme that you feel I would enjoy covering that I haven't done yet? Why do you like reading Postmodern Critic?
Please give me your feedback - I am eager to learn what motivates you to read Postmodern Critic, and how I can help you get the most of your time on this site.
I love you,
Epiphanie
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