Everybody has a blog these days; if you do not have a blog, you are 'blogless' - which is stigmatic and shameful. Of course, blogging in the nethersphere where nobody ventures (that is, if nobody reads your blog) is a bit like talking to yourself and, as such, symptomatic of an alarming social and emotional desynchronisation. Nevertheless, it is harmless, compared to what others get up to in the 'web'. And the case of the phantom blogger, a desperate virtual psychotic who stalks the nodes of the web in search of victims has not yet been edited, as far as I am aware.
I have to start somewhere - but with no tongue and so much to say it is difficult to know where to how to kick off. It is like being presented with a supermarket full of goodies and being told you have half-an-hour to fill a basket with as much as you can, for free. What shelves first? Should I fill up with expensive bottles of wine and spirits that I could not otherwise afford? But that's a good idea - go for the stuff that is otherwise outside my budget, stuff that without this opportunity I should never be able to enjoy - the patés, the cured hams, the exotic stuff in tins. Be selective, go for quality not quantity. And that will be my guiding rule in the blog entries you will see here from now on.
I may have opened this blog to talk about being a tongue-less wonder. And it would be easy to take a pessimistic line, to lament the loss of the power of speech, to complain about the difficulties in eating, the isolation that is an inevitable consequence of muteness (especially an acquired muteness after a lifetime with a mouth and a working tongue), the loss of taste, the inability to drink from a glass or cup and so on. But I am determined to avoid that line. I shall be optimistic - this is a blog dedicated to positiveness. (Having said that, I loath the expletive 'Be positive!' It is a topical simplicity usually offered up by the self-satisfied who have never had a real problem in their life.) Nevertheless, I shall have to describe those manifestations that give rise to a loss of quality in my life if I am to seek the bright side of an altered life. I may also publish stuff that has nothing to do with tonguelessness - things that occur to me, or surprise me, or I find interesting or repulsive, or I have written on other occasions in other media or which provoke indignation or delight. Anything in that is legally and morally apt. I have lots of dialogues going in my head that need airing. This is a blog, isn't it?
I do not have a blog-plan, but this blog has a due-by date . I will give myself a month. to documente and reflect.By then I should have written quite enough, and I will move on...you cannot write forever on a single theme no matter how immediate it may be without charging up against a wall of every-day banality. Right?
Here is a short poem I came across a few weeks ago. It was beautifully printed and beautifully framed and hanging on the wall of the AECC in Madrid.
Yo quiero ser poeta
¿Poeta? ¿Para que?
para tener, sentir veta
Pero ¿veta de que?
esto es un lío
yo me río
¿tu dentro no te ves fuego?
¿y que es ese fuego?
como un juego
vida y juego
¿vivir es reír?
o reír es vivir
y ¿como es la poesía?
la poesía es ligera
ligera, ligera poesía
y muy, muy sincera
Que bonito ¿no?
The surgical intervention involved opening up my mouth, making an incision from one ear to the other, and from the bottom lip to my throat, sawing open my jaw and splaying like a fast-forward early-morning tulip, cutting out my tongue, reconstructing it with a slice of inert raw meat taken from my right thigh, and putting a plate in my chin to re-unite my jaw. The operation lasted ten-and-a-half hours.
hola que maravilloso tu blog me encanta
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