After a long absence from the media world, I've selected this "website" (in particular, your Bukowski Stew, where comments on this work will go) as venue to allow you to access my writings. I'm sure you'll find them not only enlightening, but erudite and enjoyable as well.
While I have little respect for pock-marked drunks, and even less for stew, given the rather calamitous effect my return would have upon the press of this country, I believe that the Stew will be a suitable venue for me to grace you with my insight. After all, it's well known that pseudonyms of dubious character frequent this place, and I feel that I can "hide in plain sight" among the conversations of fictional characters.
After all, due to a rather strange turn of events, it seems that most people these days are convinced that I'm a fictional character.
Given my long coma, I've yet to truly master the technological and culture changes that have played out in my absence, so I'm unclear as to whether to present my plans as science fiction, philosophy, or historical analysis. It seems that the typewriter has significantly evolved, although strangely, the newspaper business has not.
Is it any wonder that upon my resuscitation, I immediately turned to examining the current media business environment? In fact, that's what led me here. After all, a good businessman knows how to bend the rules of the game, but the brilliant one writes his own. And, despite the rather slash-dash nature of this place, the democratic focus fascinated me - more because it seems to be an attempt to rewrite the rules of publishing than because of my interest in social justice.
After all, it's been a very long time since I put any faith in democracy. After the public thievery of my election and the horrible, baseless scandal that wrecked my reputation, I had very little use for the common folk. It was clear to me at that time that the mass of humanity was not fit to govern itself, and it was their fortune to have capable individuals, such as myself, with the money, intelligence, and property to defend their interests and maintain the economic systems that kept them fed.
But I suppose some part of me harked back to my early days as a young newspaper publisher. What I would have given back then to have the tools you wild young tattooed things do now! Those were heady days, when we still believed in the power of the written word not just to tell people what to do, but to teach them how to live better.
Of course, the temptation to tell people what to do is a strong one... one that everyone has succumbed to from time to time. I'm looking forward to watching how this community handles the enticements of power and propaganda, particularly given the supposedly "democratic" nature of the site.
The other curiosity I have about this place is how the economics will work. Given what I've seen, while the revenue streams seem solid, the only way to significantly expand is if this individual members consciously decide to publicise and promote each others' work. While it seems as though your Publisher has put great faith in this dynamic, I've less faith in the human character. When push comes to shove, people will only do what benefits them directly.
So your Publisher has a hard sell here... he's got to convince you to support each other. He's got to show how your critique on John's work will make John's work better, and sell better, which brings in the funds for Wild Poets to publish your work. Sadly, this type of beneficial interdependence seems foreign in today's culture (an unavoidable side-effect of the benefits of capitalism). Could it be that your Publisher is even more anachronistic than I?
While I think that it's unlikely that this system will work given what I know about human nature (and the fact that I'm never wrong), it seems that even if it spectacularly fails, it will provide a fascinating dysfunctional monument to human creativity.
And to be quite honest, despite the marked unprofessional nature of this place, I actually hope that I am wrong. Mark that - it's the last time I'll ever say it or write it. You see, I think of how much Susan would have loved this place, how much good it would have done her - maybe even done for her what I couldn't - and I simply can't hope for your failure.
~Kane




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