People live by stories - they use stories to organize and store cultural traditions. Changes in people’s stories not only reflect changes in cultural reality; they can actually create them. That is why politicians are traditionally said to distrust poets. A story or poem or song allows ordinary people - the traditional ‘Everyman’ - to see things anew, even to detect and avoid cultural traps. With stories and poems, people can work cultural changes in areas that they cannot even think about except as stories.
I have returned to Tumblr after a long absence. I felt the need to revisit myself, my writing and photos and the other pictures and quotes that I re-blogged for their resonance.
We spend a lot of time online these days, and the amount of time I spent on Tumblr used to worry me. I was unemployed, and had the time. But it is very worthwhile using useful tools like blogging platforms to communicate with yourself and others. It is not a waste of time. Sitting, looking through other material, and choosing to re-blog it is not a waste of time. Without realising, you’re acting like a squirrel, collecting and preserving things for the future. When a time comes when you’re not so sure of where you’re going, and you need reminding of where you’ve come from, such accumulations are priceless for offering perspective.
Portfolio, carrying the leaves you’ve collected as an investment. A preservation of self, ideas and inspiration.
Unlike blogging, where you spend time thinking carefully about what you say in each post, Tumblr is really more about the moment of consciousness, and capturing a snapshot of it. Hence, where blog posts are supposed to be solid and stand-alone, Tumblr posts stand in relation to an entire thread of posts. That’s why looking at a Tumblr page is like taking a peek into a person’s stream of consciousness.
The Manila Bulletin: Retention, self-expression, Tumblr
I’m reposting this, as I have come back to Tumblr after a long absence, to gain a better sense of myself again. I complained in one post about my blogging voice getting lost amongst all the reposted photos, but it’s a delightful insight into the things that stir me.that I’ve gotten from looking through all these.
Meán Fómhair, Aibreán, Samhain, Meitheamh,
Tá tríocha lá, tá ceann ag teitheadh.
Lá is tríocha ag an chuid eile,
Am ar dóigh ag imirt peile
Fiche a hocht atá sa Faoillí,
Fiche a naoi sa bhliain bhisigh.
Grafton Street, Dublin in the late 1940s (courtesy of the National Library of Ireland - find them on FB and Twitter)