On journalism - (honest -

On journalism - (honest - I just clocked the fact that its based on the word journal!)
To while away the idle hours, seated the livelong day before the inkslab, by jotting down without order or purpose whatever trifling thoughts pass through my mind, verily this is a queer and crazy thing to do!
   —Yoshida Kenko (1283–1352)

Every journal begins as self-communication and, to remain purely that, must pass from existence before or with its author. Related to the unposted letter, its privacy is warranted by the same conditions, and, when successful, a difficult subject to discuss since, almost by definition, no one ever sees anyone else’s, like snot among the polite.
A journal becomes, for present purposes, literature when it makes its way through intention or inadvertence to other eyes, when it becomes an intersubjective communication—the published version, the purest instance.
When a literary journal is, in addition, rich in intersubjective meaning and interpretation, we may call it to some degree an instance of the journal as art. This is a discussion of what I think is peculiar and significant about this kind of self-communication.

from Victor Munoz via wood s lot