I have resisted the urge to create a blog for quite a long time. This was not a question being bashful, but of being lazy, and frankly worried that I would now have to actually write with some greater care and consistency. The purpose in the end has been to subject myself to a certain discipline, and also to find an outlet for my writing which is actually less about dialogue. I am tired of the self-indulgent call and response of message boards and list serves. To the degree I find it easier to respond to others is the degree to which I feel I must cease to respond to others and do something less easy.
The title refers to the 45th aphorism of Theodore Adorno's Minima Moralia, itself a line from Georg Trakl's poem Heiterer Fruhling, about which I know nothing. I happen to like the line, especially as capitalist society seems to measure its health by its growth, while to me it seems sickly in all meanings of the word.
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