Admittedly, I've never been a fan of blogging. Or perhaps I should say personal blogging (I rather enjoyed a political blogging course in college and a similar venture in an experimental writing class). Something about personal blogs always struck me as unsettling - too self-indulgent, even too trite. They seemed, to me, the apotheosis of a social media era in which everyone's opinions on matters mundane and meaningful are to be viewed as important. I blanched at the thought: why should anyone care what I have to say? Yet, there is intrinsic value in a format that allows for immediate, individualized self-expression, irrespective of concerns about "audience." And, indeed, I've always regarded blogs of my peers as loci of new perspectives, interesting analyses, and personal interests. So, I decided to take the plunge.
Most of all, this blog was borne of my own desire to write. I'm sure the stressed-out-of-my-mind, knee-deep-in-20-page-papers me of last year would recoil at that statement. But it's true: I miss writing. Editing papers doesn't quite cut it. So regardless of the "importance" or "usefulness" of anything that follows, this blog is meant to fill a lack. I hope to use it as a vehicle to discuss (or at least write about) things that particularly interest me within the field of literature - poetry, modernist and postmodernist theory and art, gender and queer theory - as they stand alone or in relation to everyday life. In other words, all those things I'd otherwise be thinking about in an academic form or setting. With due caution, I will also add that this blog may be subjected to sparkling wit and biting sarcasm (you're welcome in advance).
Finally, when this blog is inevitably optioned for a movie a la Julie and Julia, I would like to formally request (read: demand) that the role of the ingenue poetess and scholar extraordinaire be played by Emmanuelle Chriqui or Mila Kunis. Madame Streep should also be cast in whatever role she deems fit, as she is wont to do.
So it goes.