Velociworld

COMMENTARY

I've been ruminating on Acidman's retrenchment tonight, and will share my unsolicited thoughts:

Number one, like Jay Solo, I think A-man is full of a little bit of shit. He'll be back. He thrives on us, and we on him. See, I like the A-Hole. He sticks a metaphorical rusty fork in our collective eye, and I think we can all use more of that. He is an acquired taste, for sure, but if you don't like him why the fuck do you go to his site? Any way, my point is this: Acidman is wrong.

It ain't about the blogrolls, or the solicitation of sex hits. It's about the Comments. I'm tired of them. They despoil one's environment. They allow total strangers to beat off on your work product. Faulkner would have never finished Absalom, Absalom! if he was getting neck-fucked at chapter three by the Upper Mississippi Friends of Cripples and Orphans over his gratuitous use of the name Charles Etienne de Saint Velery Bon.

My point? I do have one. I don't think any of us can produce worthwhile writing if we are slaves to the Comment environment. One finds oneself doing the "right" thing to get the self-congratulatory comment. The fucking ego stroke. And bad comments are an ego stroke as well. My idea? Put the e-mail link up for hate mail (the only correspondence that matters) and drop the Comment shit altogether. Am I asking you folks not to comment anymore? I guess so. Let me get my hate mail e-mail link up first, though.