Rockin’ worstwriter pug

I'm almost mad as hell and I ain't gonna quite take it anymore.

Well. I reckon the time has come to return. Of course, this is just a warning. Because it’s gonna take me a while to get it all back together and online again. One reason for the delay. I’ve just finished setting up my first mysql db and my own install of wordpress and my own domain. Which means I’ll be moving from wordpress.com to:

http://blog.worstwriter.com/

As of this posting my new domain and blog ain’t quite ready yet but I’m tickled that I got wordpress up and running within a day (or two) and new posts should be following soon.

Oh. Regarding that stuff about dealing with my conscience. I might have worked it out. So some of my previous blog posts will be available soon.

Rant on, baby.

Adieu Distance

Worstwriting has been removed so that I might solve a “copyright” issue with my conscience – which may or may not include bettering being WORST. (Whatever that means.)

Of course, all (worstwriting) is almost only… lost. There is a distant plan to (re)hash all the material that was posted here and then (re)consider the idear to-blog or not-to-blog. I mean, seriously, there is a point in life where even the WORST of us realize that this much waste-of-time is just too abundant. At the least, this blogging-thing did serve part of the compulsive behaviorism I so gallantly titled. That must say something. Or?

For those interested in reading (more of) my work, you can contact VAT Verlag where you’ll find some of my essays regarding the Marxist-East-German playwright Peter Hacks in actual, physical/material publication (ain’t that neat). Here’s a more direct link:

Argos Heft Nr. 5

(Oh, …and don’t be afraid! My publisher is German, so too is the book, but my essays are in English.)

Forever and indubitably signing off as WorstWriter – but continuing as something else – I think.

-tgs-

The thing about Macbeth

Probably my all-time favorite play. Here just a few wise words about it.

“Indeed, the whole action takes place in a kind of hell and is pitched to the demons’ shriek of hyperbole. This would appear to be a peculiar setting for a study of the commonplace. But only at first sight. The fact that an ordinary philistine like Macbeth goes on the rampage and commits a series of murders is a sign that human nature, like nature, is capable of any mischief if left to its “natural” self. The witches, unnatural beings, are Nature spirits, stirring their snake-filet and owl’s wing, newt’s eye and frog toe in a camp stew: earthy ingredients boil down to an unearthly broth. It is the same with the man Macbeth. Ordinary ambition, fear, and a kind of stupidity make a deadly combination. Macbeth, a self-made king, is not kingly, but simply the original Adam, the social animal, and Lady Macbeth is the Mother Eve.”

Source: Mary McCarthy’s “General Macbeth”, Harper’s Magazine, June 1962

-tgs-