I am finally getting around to making a website. I've resisted it for a long time for a number of reasons: a low-grade technophobia, lack of a good color scheme. Primarily, though, I suffer from a rather Midwestern dislike of self-promotion. I don't want to appear vain or arrogant. I am extremely vain and rather arrogant, of course, but I don't want everybody to know it right off the bat. No poet is really modest--modesty and self-expression are generally at odds--but I want to at least keep up the facade of false humility.
Not only have I indulged in a website, I'm even setting up a blog. This little blog. A blog seems like the absolute height of vanity, but I hope to temper the narcissism somewhat by using this space sparingly and for good. I plan on sharing the things that inspire or interest or amuse me: the books I'm reading, the music I'm hearing, the movies I'm watching. A writer doesn't work in absolute solitude; there's always something beside or behind him when he writes, helping or distracting or just sitting there with a weird look and an odd humming sound.
So let me introduce you to my friends.