Doesn’t one write for oneself primordially? That alone will keep me powering out the posts ‘til kingdom come. If any one of them catches another eye, its ice cream on the frosting.
I often bend double laughing at my own nonsense. In a recent exchange with Eric Wayne I asked rhetorically, “How far does one go to out-tut-tut the tut-tutters?” I was referring to strident rhetoric used by irate cognoscenti to excoriate cynical poseurs in the art world. After recovering from gales of mirth at my inventiveness, I determined that I must create a blog post justifying use of the phrase for a title. Mission accomplished.
(c) 2018 JMN.
I do it primarily for myself. That primordial is too ancient. 😯
Well observed. That adverb is a stretch. I pictured a prehistoric man cowering in the fugitive safety of a dark cave, scratching pictographs on the stone wall, idly pleasing and astonishing himself, until it was safe to emerge. His cryptic maunderings would be noticed, if at all, in torchlight by unknown individuals in similar circumstances, but celebrated thousands of years later. Playing the long game! 🙂
That is one of the greatest justifications that I’ve ever read. I can just see Ally Oop pleasuring himself while scratching dirty petroglyphs on the cave wall, while Grandma Oog yells at him, “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that, or you’ll never learn to walk upright?” 😉 😆