WTF is this?

This online diversion/discursion is an attempt to archive my creative works together in a digital library, kind of like a card catalog or schematic of the hive of my mind. I am doing this because of my political beliefs about the future of human creativity in the age of techno-feudalism, which I plan to elaborate in more detail as I go along. I am starting this archive April 2026 and will add to it as I am able.

My writing has never been marketable or easy to consume. I will probably never publish any books through traditional means or turn a profit from my words. But I've decided that isn't really what I make art for anyhow. I am more interested in art and writing as a medium of connection and communication and as a way of bringing people together. I have often thought of how poetry has changed over time, and it seems like a living conversation through generations of poets. All art is a conversation with those who started the party for us, our contemporaries we toast and tango with, and the twinkles in the future's eye, for whom we save the last bottle of champagne. I want to be a part of the conversation, to show my poetic lineage of the writers I admire and have learned from, and offer inspiration from my own work to other writers who want to engage with my writings and ideas. I want to contextualize my writing by presenting it all together, along with breadcrumbs to the people and ideas that have inspired it.

When art or writing or any form of communication ceases to convey ideas from one being to another and becomes divorced from the mimetic act of creating it and the material conditions and environment which it was created in, and instead, as we see in art produced by AI, is focused on executing algorithms and predicting patterns merely to make an end product, it pushes the essential function of communication, as a concept, to its limits and signifier and signified are estranged so that the sign becomes an empty artifact.

I guess this is partly an attempt to assuage the intellectual and creative loneliness I feel, on a personal level, and partly a way to make meaningless things mean something...again? For once?