Confessions of a Young Contrarian

At 1:30 in the afternoon on Friday, January 15, 1779, William Blake sat down at the lunch counter inside Jerry's Pub, downtown Piccadilly, London. A mile or so away, the lineups of wealthy London citizens awaited the annual and continuous royal march through the city's noisy and sometimes unsafe streets. "I'd like a cup of coffee, please," Blake said to the waiter and plotted down an intuitively appealing set of words exhibiting the power of antinomianism. At this time it remained to him unknown, but 233 years later, the majestic images of his poetic works would continue to influence aspiring generations of bohemian writers.

The absence of artistic motivation deeply troubled Blake, who had, by evening, transformed the grand ceiling of Jerry's Pub into a safe of smoke-composed imagery. Opposing the conventional and unfinished structure of artistic labor, Blake aspired to spread his contrarian thoughts on art, religion and family. However, this father of the early Romantic movement, who literary critic Thomas Rossetti described as "a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors" was frustrated with the lack of opportunities to canalise his passion for artistic engagement. He found no better way than to engrave his verse.

The conservative literary influence on my taste for language, prose and poetry have disabled the probability of blogs being held in high regard in my world. Very seldom are intellectual and thought-provocative writings encountered on the Internet, and most of what is written appears to be merely to be a collection of words. Unlike the great renaissance era where authors were serfs under their texts, contemporary writers appear to be more important than their texts. This path towards literary extinction, onto which the Internet has so vividly brought us, has inspired my fierce resistance against blogs and uncontrolled publishing. Presumably I would qualify to be titled a "literary elitist," or more fiercely put by my mother, "a cultural mafia."

Today, the Internet presents magnificent opportunities for writers to publish their thoughts and ideas. One need not to worry, like Blake, about the hours needed to engrave a verse onto a brick. Envisioning the frustration of Blake during those crying evenings, the opportunities present in the modern world for publishing appear to demand, morally and spiritually, that we make use of them. Reminiscing about the old days, the existing limitations to freedom of thought and expression, I have come to a serious realization.

Perhaps time is right for me to end this bickering about the negativities of blogs and uncontrolled publishing. Like most other things in this world, it is only up to us to change -- and how contrarian of me to change our modern literary traditions by starting a blog. In addition to this, I have come to recognize that familiarizing myself with the uncontrolled world of publishing appears to be the best way of evaluating the strengths and weaknesses of blogs. Maybe after this experience, I will appreciate blogs or grow even fiercer in my hatred of them. Until then this blog will deal with everything, and a little bit more.

Peshwas Farik Saadon
April 19, 2012
Paris