Despite any ambiguity in my writing (however pretentiously it is rendered), I think I really put myself into this thing honestly. So if ppl comment, I’d like to expect the same…

But comments are fantastic, so if the only way you can fathom making them is anonymously, I guess that’s the nature of the blog beast.

And I find this comment really interesting, because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about concepts in creative practice like ‘authenticity’ and ‘sincerity’ and ‘genuine-ness’. These are really fraught, subjective and possibly hip words to throw around. However, I always find myself searching for a sense of these things in the art that I like and the art that I make. When you are working within such a framework of artifice, it’s a funny paradox to always be craving some sense of it being…real.

Other poems strike me as pretentious, emphatically ‘hip’.

Hope its okay for me to comment like this, anonyminity is cowardly.