Sunday, November 27, 2005
Introduction
In the early morning of a grey drizzly day, Barley Marble was brought into this world. He was not born in a hospital, but at his mother's home. Barley's mom was poor, so poor she didn't understand that a hospital would help her with the birth. She decided in the logic of a woman without friends or family to help her, that she would have her infant at home by herself.
At least that is how Barley Marble explained it.
In his way of obscuring his entire history, he purposely invents the story of his own birth. Barley Marble is an inventor of life, his own. He is a quagmire of half-truths, a magician with his cryptic timeline, a creator of self myth and an outright liar. Yet, Barley Marble can reveal facts of his life in vast detail that appears to be false, but proves to be filled with unbelievable truths.
It has been an obsession of mine to try to explore the life of Barley Marble, hard as that may be. It is this puzzle of a man that has gripped my passion. Maybe I'm just some sort of strange biographer, choosing a person who can't be understood by anyone, but at the same time a detective extraodinaire.
This weblog is the accumulation and ongoing investigation of Barley Marble. Just imagining the nearly eternal chase of the illusive life of Barley Marble has produced a grinding headache as I write. So, I'll close before pain explodes into my brain accompanied by eerie flashes of Barley's contorted face. I can already see that this project is going to wreck havoc on my mental state in ways I can't foretell at this point. I can only hope I survive and come out in the end satisfied I completed the study of Barley Marble.
At least that is how Barley Marble explained it.
In his way of obscuring his entire history, he purposely invents the story of his own birth. Barley Marble is an inventor of life, his own. He is a quagmire of half-truths, a magician with his cryptic timeline, a creator of self myth and an outright liar. Yet, Barley Marble can reveal facts of his life in vast detail that appears to be false, but proves to be filled with unbelievable truths.
It has been an obsession of mine to try to explore the life of Barley Marble, hard as that may be. It is this puzzle of a man that has gripped my passion. Maybe I'm just some sort of strange biographer, choosing a person who can't be understood by anyone, but at the same time a detective extraodinaire.
This weblog is the accumulation and ongoing investigation of Barley Marble. Just imagining the nearly eternal chase of the illusive life of Barley Marble has produced a grinding headache as I write. So, I'll close before pain explodes into my brain accompanied by eerie flashes of Barley's contorted face. I can already see that this project is going to wreck havoc on my mental state in ways I can't foretell at this point. I can only hope I survive and come out in the end satisfied I completed the study of Barley Marble.
