Some of my friends have recently started new, private blogs, hiding away their true thoughts behind secret URLs. Miso even told me she now had 5 or 6 “other blogs”. What is happening to this world? Blogs are proliferating faster than nuclear weapons. So decadent are we, that one blog is no longer enough! Nooo, each writer feels s(he) must have a herd of blogs, incessantly breeding and overpopulating the fragile ecosystem that is the World Wide Web... We live in dire times. The blogs which originally inspired me to start my own have become thinner, and less juicy - weakened by the parasitic influence of their unseen spawnlings. This attack of the clones is causing a disturbance in the force. I demand a return to the salad days of free-range, vine-ripened blogs with taste and sophistication! Not these vague, unsatisfying table scraps I see being cast wily-nily into the dust.

For me, blogging is for ordering and rationalising thoughts to a level beyond conversations, daydreams, or self-conscious notebook jottings. The presence of a readership gives you discipline to rework and refine, to explore idle thoughts rather than discarding them distractedly.

Without readers, what is the imperative to blog? Self-understanding, no doubt. Cathartic gut-spilling. Exorcism of inner demons. But in that case why not just use a notebook? Pasting privates on the internet is a business, not a creative outlet. Do these people not realise that the shadowy stakeholders behind blogger.com may one day wield untold power to blackmail and extort people all around the world? Each private revelation you publish may one day be used to cut you down, in a very public fashion. Keep it in your notebook I say!

Yet I wonder what they write in their secret blogs. I want to see these unspoken, hidden thoughts. I am titillated by the uncensored, because this is where you find the most original, sincere and honest thoughts. I remember in Naked Lunch, Bill calls upon his fellow writers not to edit and rewrite, but to preserve the raw beauty of these first thoughts, the unstifled, confronting outpouring of prose that flows from an uninhibited mind.

But if the uncensored is more true, then porn says more about human desire than poetry. And pooetry therefore, constitutes a form of self-censorship - a frustated and pathetically decorative dance around some unspoken burning issue. Interesting indeed, nereisees. But do you want all your friends to be reading such dirty intellectualisms? A wanker indeed, you will become. Hmm. Perhaps I should start a secret blog of own, to store such controversial belchings… No! Resist, I must. Beware the lure of the dark side, young padawans! Stray not from the truths that scrutiny brings.