What is pendantric?
It’s next-level boring… it’s when ponderous and dry rises to a Zen-like state of condensed faux-learnéd over-writing. The result is dullness so concentrated and inpenetrable that no actual life or wit can escape.
Even if a lot of people read it, and perhaps understand it, and maybe even agree with it – it’s a failure. In no case will anyone interact. There’s no way into the thing, and thus no way to make oneself at home with the concept. Writing like that is a glittering failure, a pretty corpse sitting in a tasteful casket.
I thought a lot about that while reading this post from Andrea Harris. I began to finally put a framework around the dissatisfaction I get in blogging… why I am often a daily commenter elsewhere, but an indifferent author… why I’ve abandoned my old blog and neglect my current one. The truth is, I even bore myself. That’s bad. I sometimes (please forgive me) admire some phrase of mine that strikes me as apt and pithy, but I don’t much like it.
When did this happen? AGAIN? It’s one thing to have “certitude” but it’s another step beyond to write such dreadful dull crap.