so in the process of preparing to backup/migrate all of my vox site to wordpress, Iâ€™m going through and changing posts and photos marked for friends or neighborhood viewing/commenting only to viewable by anyoneâ€“ where I can. in a couple of instances Iâ€™m removing from online publication altogether where I fear the possible harm done to family feelings might be too greatâ€“ but in most cases Iâ€™m choosing to view this as an honest retrospective history and biting the bullet of making it (mostly) all public. which is a really weird and uncomfortable experience.
one of the big things vox has provided is a semi-private-public space in which to process feelings by making posts publishable only to select designated online friends and neighbors. this capability has, I now realize, resulted in a substantively greater sense of verbal license, a heightened level of honesty and decreased degree of self-editing than would ordinarily be the case.
writing in the semi-public blogosphere has for me constituted an extended exercise in learning about personal truth and narrative boundariesâ€“ what is it okay for me to air abroad? what is it okay for the people I care about to read in a public forum? the two things not always being synonymous. in the final, or at least current, analysis I seem to come down on the side of airing rather more overt honesty than is typical. then again, I am, ultimately, a poet and nonfiction writer of the confessional bent. so these are issues that come with the territory.
only here a new twist on that old and recurring theme.