And So It Begins

So, here I am. I have to admit this whole 'blogging' thing seems strange to me, it's as if I am baring my soul for the world to see. It almost makes me feel a little uncomfortable how close to me readers could get, it's the same sort of feeling I get from Twitter. Suddenly the world has full access to my every thought. At least with Facebook you have some control over who can see you, who can scour pictures of your face and read you mind with each status update - something like this leaves me defenceless. Ironically, I'm a poet. Or at least I like to think I am. Poetry is traditionally about such soul baring, shouldn't that be the same thing? Well, yeah sometimes. But poetry gets to come under the guise of 'art', almost as though it's the baring of someone else's soul instead.

Right, so I'm going to stop saying 'soul baring' 'cause in effect that doesn't even mean anything. It's just an empty saying to express some idea I expect you all to be familiar with, without actually offering up anything of itself. What is a 'soul'? If I had an answer, this wouldn't be the entry to divulge it in.

This is the part I introduce myself to the world (for the millionth time no doubt). I am Pennie Varvarides (aka SuperPennie - look me up if you're curious) and words get me off some kind of crazy. Like an actor as he takes a stage, writing something I expect people to see leaves me tingling and anxious. It's that sick to your stomach feeling you get when you're nervous and excited and embarking on a new adventure. And ok sure, blogging isn't much of an adventure but who knows where it'll lead me.

I plan to get a real website at some point. Some point soon (Jingle bells, Jingle bells....), until then this can be my playground. I can't tell you what to expect, other than me waffling on about the things that make me happy - or more likely angry. I'm not even sure how likely it is anyone will ever read any of this beyond my immediate friends. But heck, I just want to write something that isn't a philosophy essay.