Today’s post–and trust me, it was no easy call–is my last for 317am. It’s the last for any of us—whether Kaze, Ras, or Ted the Cat—till who knows when. We may be back someday, but we just don’t know.
On the other hand, Ras and I both know–and you know–that we don’t really get to decide whether we’ll write or not. Of course we’ll be writing, just other stuff. I’ve got this novel-in-progress you’ve been hearing about for awhile, a writing project so protracted that it’s threatening to become a lifestyle. I just have to get serious. And Ras, as he explained in his valedictory yesterday, has his own literary longings. Gottawrite syndrome is what got into this, and if that’s your personal affliction, then you’ll be writing till you’re dead, or close to it.
So I’ll be working on something, shall we say, weightier. But I am going to miss writing material to appear under that collage at the top of the screen. Don’t you like that collage? You’ll find a lot of the kinds of stuff in there—some literary and plenty not—that you’ve gotten used to reading about here—William Shakespeare and Frank Sinatra; William Butler Yeats and his muse, Maud Gonne; Ras’s beloved Mark Twain and my beloved John Keats and il Cimitero Acattolico where he lies buried in Rome; Esmeralda held aloft by Quasimodo; Yorick’s skull held aloft by Hamlet; a cat named Ted who took his inspiration from Archy and Mehitabel. We’re probably an acquired taste, we two.
And yet, wondrously, a number of people have acquired us. And I, for one, have friends I never would have had—and have had adventures on which I might never have embarked—because they came upon 317am and stayed. My truest, eternally amazed, unbounded blissed-out thanks to every one of them.
Thanks as well to Tracy Marshall and his team at StrateComm, who made this site look just the way we wanted it to, and who’ve kept it running like a Swiss watch.
And thanks as well to Ted. He’s a good boy. I’ve noticed that lately Ted’s been groping for the occasional bon mot. For now we’ll give him a break from his vers libre duties. But you know Ted; you never can tell when he’ll tap out something for me to find on the monitor upstairs.
And thanks, finally, to Ras. We’ve been friends and colleagues for 37 years. Not one cross word. He’s a fine writer, and that’s always made me try hard.
Check out the collage up at the top of the screen again. Near the right-hand side you’ll see a piece of graffiti I always liked. The beginning’s cut off but if you look at it sideways you can see that someone spray-painted the words NEVER STOP WRITING!
As if we could.