In which I begin...

Honesty is essential. Too often, I move through my life with senses clouded by the fogs of anxiety, thought, self-criticism, self-aggrandizement, alcohol, sexual frustration, sexual satisfaction, money, pain, and pleasure. Honesty is the sword that cuts through our belly armor of coins, truth what pours out, sticky gaseous nauseating truth.

To be honest, I write this "blog" (probably the last time you'll see me use the ugly word) not as cathartic expression, not as masturbatory egocentrism, not even as an attempt to grasp at human communication through a medium which makes such connection impossible, but to charm a generous and affluent audience.

To that end, I begin, inauspiciously, with the caveat that many of these entries will be first drafts, that the failures of wisdom and language are the result of failures of revision. I beg you, as yet anonymous patron, forgive my uncouth expression of half-formed ideas, have faith that I can produce voluminous and profitable and sophisticated prose (and poetry!) at prices that will bring you back for more.

Read William Blake's "The Tiger" for the allusion in the title of my "blog" (damn!)...I think it suggests that I am a tiger or God or both. Or that we all are.

And to remember, from Martin Luther King, Jr. in his Why We Can't Wait, "Right defeated is stronger than evil triumphant." If we can live it, we're already there.