Tis I, the blogging author fresh from the web. How fare thee?
Apparently, flowery speech and I can only get along for a few seconds. I hope I find everyone well this Tuesday morning. I have not written in two weeks due to some painful stuff happening in my life,and things being totally mad at work. I hope to remedy ths lack of production very soon.
I want to take a moment here and pause to remember Robin Williams. I know it is late in coming, but sometimes grief does that to people. I made this on my deviant art site the day of but could do little else. I was powerfully effected—much more than I would have thought possible. It seems to me that the entire world was mourning his loss. Now that I’ve had time to think it over, I believe it has to do with his ability to connect with you.
I watched the Dead Poets Society the night after because I wanted to participate in Amanda Palmer’s New York event (even though I do not live in New York). I ended up inspired to write a poem that I may revise and add to another book of poems, or not. I wanted to send a picture of my on my desk as well like these fine folks, but it is a corner desk that isn’t really balanced enough to hold me, so I didn’t. I was with Amanda and the other’s in spirit though.
At any rate, I think I’m rambling a bit. What I am trying to get at is that some people are so universal somehow, so relatable, so human, that they instantly connect with something inside of the rest of us. I think Robin was like that. So, though I am saddened by his passing, I hope he has found the peace he sought and I hope somewhere in that mysterious void he is experiencing the joy he created in so many others. I hope he can see how much so many loved him. You are loved and missed Robin Williams.
I wish you farewell, until next time my dear readers.