140 characters is goddamned few, and the worst thing is that it tempts you (me) into "cleverness." How many times have I tried to tweet some thought or other, and then swerved aside into whatever formulation seemed witty at the moment? When I first was learning to speak German, I went through an interesting period when I was limited to the truth: I didn't yet know enough of the language to think I could try to defend myself with subtexts and shades of meaning. I had my handful of substantives and a few rudimentary ideas about verb tenses, and from this I had to construct my social world. It was bracing, and though I would like to say I learned a lot from this time in my life, and now I'm a new person, more in touch with my authentic self, PLUS I also speak German, it's probably not the case. It was just a thing that happened, and this is now -- back to the intolerable wrestle / With words and meanings. Back to Angelus Novus, watching the warped meanings and inauthenticity, wreckage upon wreckage piling up as one struggles to express oneself, to say even one moderately true thing.
But this is my own fault for not having paid enough attention in deconstruction class. Or maybe I paid too much attention. "Don't overthink it, now!" the marvelous Julie Snow used to say to me. I didn't, or maybe I did, but now I use words as machines to build mechanical clocks where the cuckoos pop out and show you your friends, your pornography, or what you think you think of yourself. It's a living!
[And in my spare hours I construct subtexts and double meanings, machines that live below the surface, and that rushing you hear might be the steam and the pistons and the fire underfoot, or only the wind through the grass. I shoot cannonballs disguised as clouds, or maybe the other way around.]
In conclusion, let me conclude that I like to tweet, love to tweet, that I was born to tweet, etc. -- but, dear reader, may I confess? The only reason I'm saying this is because it's a nice little twist on a quote from the end of Philosophy in the Bedroom -- did you recognize it? Aren't we clever? Because actually, I don't feel that strongly about tweeting, nor that I was born to tweet. Perhaps I should have left the original quote unaltered. I don't have the French version memorized.