hsg_into_yous_all_love_view h|s|g what is it about blather that makes you come back for more? 101022 ... rt i think it's because we are all defined by our words and the reader is left to fill in with their imagination what it is that exists beyond the red screen. the archive becomes our individual layers and time sculpts us into literary versions of ourselves. yet, perhaps the most intriguing beauty of blather is the unknown magic occurring every day as our thoughts, stories, and, insights get carried about, all over the world, and like seeds, are planted in places we could never contemplate happening. red is a small community but those of us who participate here and commit ourselves to writing, reading, and reaching out in particular connective ways discover the unique pleasure of the power of words. it is an experiment that works. we all want to save the world. under this red sky, we do every day. 101023 ... h|s|g words_are_prayers 101024 ... jane it's not just one thing. it's the family. it's the words, the network, the poetry, the thoughts, the emotion, the validation - the feeling of not being so alone in the world. the creation, the destruction, the red, the blue. the hyperlinks and those left to be created. the idea that in the future, the dead_words will resurrect as their own links. that i've been doing this for 10 years now and it's become so embedded in my personality that i don't know who i would be without blather. i can write things here i would never write elsewhere. the sense of security, and community, even though the member count of said community increase and decrease like inhales and exhales. and the new people, and those of us who have been here for what seems like forever. that we can wear our hearts here instead of on our sleeves. the blather_red_book and blather_mixtape that i've participated in over the years. the books that never made it to me, and whoever coveted them enough to keep them from passing on. the passing on. knowing what people look like. that i care about everyone here and want to help. that i want someone to help me. blather is the rockandroll of poetry. we're woodstock, we're the universe. that my love will live on here immortal, even after i am gone. my own personal legacy. the secrets, and the relationships. the ocean of ridiculousness, and things that make me cry. silliness. bullshit. soul. 101025 ... crOwl i love you jane. 101025 what's it to you? who go blather from