Do blogs ever end?
The post from this Blog and the pages from the Primer will certainly change over time. I’ll add new pages as large new persuasion ideas develop. I’ll revise old pages as I continually discover typos, grammar errors, and other technical oddities. I’ll try not to alter anything to hide my foolishness, pride, or sincerity, but I make no promises I cannot keep. Of course, there is the Internet Wayback machine, so you’ll be able to find my feeble attempts to elude the Web CSI.
What better example of words that only end when the writer does than Lord Byron and his mortally endless poem, Don Juan. He thought, then breathed words, and the words were poetry until death stopped both thought and expression.
Like Lord Byron’s Don Juan, may this story go on as long as I do!
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I’ll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan—
We all have seen him, in the pantomime,
Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
If you can ride the metaphor, Don Juan is a strong horse for persuasion. Perhaps, the masculine Janus for Peitho?
Upon reflection, though, Mr. Whitman is the better example here. Certainly the longer lived than Byron. More certainly, the stronger poet. From Song of Myself in the deathbed edition.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents, born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Let’s go with Mr. Whitman.