Enough Of You!
Born Woolfinius Jackson Whürl to two itinerate circus gymnasts, Woolfin would grow tired of the performance life and would go on to seek quieter pastures as a painter and later a writer. Today, you will find a long white beard dragging the floor and a broken down old man desperate for attention and tired of a difficult world that neither understands art nor cares about it except for where it can be commodified and sold as a product.
Wolfin is a longtime artist and writer, far less consequential to others than he may imagine. He is here, there, and in a few other wheres, practicing the craft of writing to expunge and improve. He loves words and prose (they are like air), and, because this isn't for an audience, brevity is hung in the closet. He made that clear in the verbosity post.
The goal with this site is to maintain some anonymity in order to pursue the idea to 'write like everyone you know is dead'. Even with that goal, and a firewalled site that has no direct connection to the author... it is still impossible to open up completely. Perhaps with time, he will manage to do that.
He lives in Nova Scotia (and on occasion, Reykjavik or Key West) with his wives, 4 children and 2 golden labs. All while tolerating a rather tedious cat.
If you like to read and don't mind some chaos and mercurial thinking, then maybe this is for you. Love it? Hate it? Say so. Words, are power.
And the opposite of love is not hate
after all, it is indifference.
one running mouth deserves another
