I have to begin this article with a disclaimer – what with the Little Boet reporting to me that he wasn’t aiming at my Big Head – but rather, at my Little Head, and, that his pellet gun was loaded. Well, his pellet gun may very well have been loaded – but my Little Head has never been so large as to be level with my Big Head – where he was pointing his pellet gun. And he has also informed me that these world pull-up record wannabees are probably posers, lyin’ on the Internet to get their 15-minutes-in-the-sun.
But the fact that the Little Boet has started to read his Big Boet – has led me to notice how many of my friends and acquaintances have found me on the Doctor’s Inn (heretofore A.K.A.d. as ‘Dr. Sin’).
And the other thing that I realized – is that EACH of these personages is an excellent writer in their own right!
Tami A. is a phenomenal poet and writer – and though she didn’t “find me” this year (she’s been with me from the beginning) – I know that she has her own stuff going and has to be a resounding success one-of-these-days (I’ve staked my reputation on it).
My old Roomie found me on the Doctor’s Inn – and he is probably the most superlative writer and orator I’ve ever met.
The Watchman also found me at my site – and anyone who has read some of his lyrics (see ‘The Watchman and Dylan ’) – should realize that this is yet another Man-of-Letters.
The earliest supporter of ANACHRONISM (my musical recording pseudonym) is Davey M. – and he found me at the Doctor’s Inn as well. I had quite forgotten that he can express himself in writing as well.
The Little Boet is a hellova writer too – but we can’t seem to find his focus – since we are both dyslexic, and, every idea I’ve come up with — has somehow leaked into the collective unconscious. But we may get a dual proferring coming up here soon…
H.G. has told me that he reads my stuff as well – and enjoys the “fringe activity.” If my readers don’t know it yet: Chiso is a Master of the spoken Word, and “written,” (when he is so inclined).
The clarion call, the beacon, the lighthouse, the flame that keeps me penning – is that everyone I’ve mentioned, has expressed some delight, some pleasure — in certain articles I’ve penned. Don’t forget – it was Rembrandt who suggested that if 1-out-20-of-his-paintings was declared a masterpiece – then he might consider himself a Master Painter.
But there are still a number of prolific writers whom I’ve met – who are still out there:
Muse Lynn (jumps to the forefront); Markey Mark hasn’t been on the radar for a very long while; Lori G – a most brilliant poet – I’m still waiting on; Dante is also missing in action – but could resurface at any time; while Big Steve C has probably forgotten about this site (but Lordy, can this S.O.B. write)…he’s probably been spending great tons-of-fun on his boat.
Well, to all-of-my-friends-and-acquaintances who understand the power of words – let’s brace ourselves for the tsunami ahead – because it will take every skill and experience we’ve incorporated in our being to maintain ourselves in a re-made United States, or, to live comfortably abroad. Here’s to us – and the hopes for a jolly good New Year!