Maybe it is as simple as generating a smile? The Sarah Palin stumping for the planet conceit still gives me a lift.
The particular metrics of popularity do not interest me. With virality a gamed commodity, I am content to simply put thought into every word I write. Or not.
Off-the-cuff greatness is something I admire––those Dylan/Hendrix/Parker/Miles/Lizard King moments when, apparently effortlessly, new ideas are excavated, the truth of the moment imparted.*
For me this happens most often with poetry and music, though when it occurs with prose it seems a more enduring accomplishment.
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* I want to encourage readers to give New Year's @ Lokal Bar a listen. The closest I have come to an adlib, ensemble soundscape that creates the distinct mood I am after. Every time I listen I get chills, of the kind the only occur with offbeat, covertly recorded bootlegs. The current drop-in music gigs span Bar 1510 on Adriatico in Malate (with Talabhiv) and Bamboo Grande on Tomas Morato in Quezon City. Yesterday with Japhoy and Choy was astounding. Tuesday I will pop in at Fryar's in QC, Wednesday at Flight. Shit, I just announced it... let's make the font real small.