Bourgeois society stands at the crossroads, either transition to Socialism or regression into Barbarism.
- Rosa Luxemburg, "Junius Pamphlet" 1916

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

End of line: Seldon's Gate, signing off

Santa Cruz County, Arizona, June 1972.
Photo by U.S. Environmental Protection Agency.
Preserved and stored by
the National Archives and Records Administration
of the United  States.


To quote the less than memorable near-final words of Captain James T. Kirk: it was fun. Except for when it wasn't. Life is like that.

This blog has come to an end. I might leave it up for a while, although I don't really know why. The number of regular readers has dropped to about two. The words fall in the woods and no one hears them, so for practical purposes they don't exist.

Not that they should. Somewhere along the line I lost my voice. Maybe that's not a bad thing. There is a time to keep silence, and a time to speak.

Or listen to voices that aren't mine, until I remember again how to write something that's true. And worth listening to for a while.

From Ursula K. LeGuin:

   Only in silence the word
   Only in dark the light
   Only in dying life
   Bright the hawk's flight
   On the empty sky


From the Joss Whedon that was, before The Avengers:

   You can't take the sky from me.


From memory: the ones who are lost. Maybe part of a voice to be found, now that the old one is dead.






3 comments:

  1. Do leave it up! I've been absolutely wretched about contributing, grad school being what it is, but this project is still on my mind. I'd like to be able to keep putting stuff up when I get the chance, even if it has to go dormant for a while.

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  2. Be well! Hope school is going well.

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  3. Ed,

    I'm late reading this, obviously. For that, I apologize.

    Your words and ideas, observations and commentaries are powerful, inspiring, heart-breaking. If I were a stronger person, I'd read and comment more faithfully. My heart and mind are tired, though, and for better or for worse, my attentions and efforts stray, at the expense of hard, cruel reality, towards fleeting sources of hope and promise: the small joys found in daily life and the impossible possibilities portrayed in fiction.

    Thank you for writing and posting here, and I hope that this blog does not really end. But even if it does, know that you have not lost your voice. Your audience has waned. Perhaps this is no longer your venue. Your voice remains.

    May it prevail, always.

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