Letter to the world
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me –
The simple News that Nature told –
With tender Majesty
Emily Dickinson’s poem holds true today for bloggers and anyone who publishes their thoughts and ideas online.
I have so much to tell the world...
– an elegant passage on the intricate art of brewing tea in old China in Lin Yutang’s 1935 My Country and My People
– my mountain-biking on the soft hills of South Island, New Zealand
– long conversations with a golden-haired Danish girl with long endless legs
– earnest conversations with congenial friends in a green sanctuary
– epigrams that flashed through my mind: “You can know how much your life counts by counting the friends turning up at your funeral”
– the reluctant setting sun flaming the Straits of Johor
– old fictions that a close friend’s teenage son should read: The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark (1961) and The Eagle of the Ninth by Rosemary Sutcliff (1954), although I suspect he and his friends are more interested in pictures of naked females on the Web.
For me, such remembrances seem to be worth recording in a blog or in an online diary, so that I can read back months or years later, for personal pleasure. This pleasure, too, I want to share. So I recorded them, as letters to myself, and letters to the world.
But who am I kidding?
Nobody reads other people’s blogs and online journals unless the contents have inflammatory material, saucy gossips and celebrity ranting.
So far, only a handful of people have responded to the stuff I have posted on the Web. My consolation is that almost all other blogs in the wide world are also read by a handful of people, in fact only 1.5 people – the author themselves and half a friend.
Even Emily Dickinson’s poems were ignored in her lifetime.