Salutations.

I guess I should begin with an introduction.

Hey y’all,

My name is Tom Connor. I am an Undergraduate literature student at the University of Connecticut. I’m having trouble with the next sentence. I’m not good with introductions, never have been. The logical approach, I guess, would be to start at the beginning, but I don’t think that would help to shed any relevant light, for I’m not a fan of beginnings—-they tend to falsely prophesize ensuing events.

So I figure that it would be best to just cut to the chase. A writer is one who writes. A writer is one who sees the blank page as a form of liberation. I am a writer.

I have begun my own blog for a few simple reasons. Apart from the normal and functional aspects of a literary education (reading, writing decorous papers that adhere to the fucked-up hierarchal ideology of the University institution, smoking cigarettes, drinking too much coffee, loving too much, and trying to still remain creative) I feel that another outlet is needed. With this blog I intend to write whatever it is that I want; whether it is poetry, fiction, non-fiction, rants and maudlin and frenetic utterances of a spontaneous mind desperately seeking to jigsaw the Rubix Cube into some sense for once.

A wise man once said that it is fortunate to live in interesting times. Well, my friends, interesting the times sure are, so may we all embrace it, unveil the strangeness, the weird, the not-so-normal, the insanity, the madness, the absurdity, the chaos. Life would be much easier if it took place inside Jane Austen’s ballroom, but unfortunately for us, it does not.

I hope this suffices for an introductory statement. I’m not what one would call a “by the book” kind of guy. I like rock & roll, Wu-Tang Clan, Chuck Taylor sneakers, and my weapon of choice is a 1935 Smith & Corona Typewriter. I read Marx. I am not sorry.

If anyone out there has taken the few moments to read this prologue, well, I am very grateful, and I just truly hope that I can cook up some recipes of relevance for each and every single one of you.

With all the best regards,

Tom


P.S. –“Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music, and never forget…you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers, and warriors.”
- Hunter S. Thompson