In yesterday’s post in my other blog, The Virtual Thinker, I said I wanted to call my kind of writing (blogging) Jollop, an acronym for jolly journalism laced with literature in the language of a philosophy of productivity. In two words, if I may invent another term, what I do at its best is creative satire, if gentle and unobtrusive. And yes, I am able to do that with such a dull, dreary subject as science.
If not jollop, if not creative satire, I’d like to call each of my long posts as a Frankenstein essay. That’s because I have begun to assume the identity of Frankenstein as the author of my articles in Blogger. You know of course Frankenstein, the scholarly mind in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Or The Modern Prometheus (Cynthia Hamberg, home-1.worldonline.nl) and, according to Cynthia, Frankenstein is a genius in ‘animating lifeless matter’ and ‘assembling body parts’ – which is exactly what a creative writer does with uninspiring, unexciting materials. Since I am the discoverer of the art of virtual thinking (see my ‘The Frankenstein Mindster’), I am a discover of a secret of animating lifeless matter as well as assembling body parts to create a life called a Frankenstein essay. I think, therefore it is.
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