A letter from a reader
I applaud your decission, let's see if you are able to do it. It seems like a good way to really end it without having to do it in the moment. Something Jon Elster elaborates in his book "Ulisses and the syrens", the way men do force themselves to do something. It is true that you began to repeat yourself, for example, yesterday's entry was beautiful, but you have had almost the same entry 5 times minimum. But i had a little new, your new experience, new links, new fotos...
I have read your blog for many years, now it's not daily, the experience is not as intense when what you said was new, but it became like a drug, like a habit. It has been beautiful to see the world of someone, to follow his steps, his musings... I think this project has been the dream of science fiction many times, but never happened this way.
My life was influenced by your writing. I became an editor, and I call myself a "designer" since reading it. I did a magazine, exhibitions, books, conferences, a project for a cultural center, and all of them had something I read here. In my magazine, piedepagina, I published a translation of your text about Bellow that I found so beautiful. I did a page with your favorite entries in order to show my friends your best pieces.
I bought two of your cd's, in part to "pay" you, and also to know you. Your "best of" and "otto spooky", I love some tracks of the first and the second has growth with the listening. But they were side experiences, because reading the blog was the real experience, following some of the debates, and specially following the links, to the pages, but specially to the ideas. (I really loved reading Saul Bellow's Herzog, it was my favorite book that year and I felt so close to his mania of thinking).
I think Baricco in his book The Barbarians, explains very well why your blog has been such a big thing (even if being in the vangard of times, you seem to keep considering your books and records something more "important"), and why maybe if you stop blogging you will always be called a blogger. You where there in the moment, and you where the one for it.
To my friends, who laugh about me, I say my "teacher" momus, but much more like a "master" in the oriental tradition.
So, momus, I thank you. Goodby.