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Having spent many years among the ruins writing nothing but fragments in praise of fragmented writing, there was finally nowhere else to go and nothing else to do but enter the blogosphere and embrace the postmodern recreation of that most charmingly sentimental of forms, the journal.

For whilst this remains a tragic era, so we persist in our refusal to take it tragically; we begin to build virtual habitats and open new lines of communication: we've got to tweet, no matter how many skies have fallen. 

It remains important, however, to write in a manner that challenges and doesn't merely reinforce received opinion; in a style that curdles genre distinctions with the aim of intensifying the pleasure of the text. Above all, one must not blog to make miserable, but rather to give joy as an enterprise of health. This is an ethical and vital conception of literature, but it's one that I think worth defending.

Nietzsche calls it die fröhliche Wissenschaft: a playful model of writing which opens up the paradoxical and perverse aspects of language, free from the moral and dialectical imperative to always speak truthfully and coherently. Torpedo the ark means, if nothing else, to have done with the judgement of God and assorted grammar nazis.