I’ve done a number of things with my new phone
Except write a poem or make/take a phone call.
It’s only a matter of time…
October 23, 2011
Midnight and I write from my new phone
July 15, 2011
Post 400
and my readership is at an all time low. I blame my choice of switching formats and web addresses.
I thought I would make an interesting post it being 400 and all but I am not feeling interesting today. This means plainly that you ought to read the previous posts, the ones that led to this moment in time, marked by a simple heading and celebrated by taking four kittens to the vet.
I have eleven years worth of poetry that has only ever been read by the recipient and never republished or even copied. This is a detour from my modis operandi which dictates that I keep a copy of everything unless it is crap and deserving only of trash heaps and recycling.
I think that after my death there may be a collection out there titled “love letters” – but it may be that they are always kept private. as it is they are not mine, I wrote them but K owns them, they are hers and only she can dictate their offering. It is my job to create the market for that particular collection before I die – as if I kicked it right now there wouldn’t be enough interest – save the few hundred that have purchased my initial offering.
Do all writers obsessively keep copies of everything? Once this would have been labor intensive but is now quite easily done with the technology that has erupted around us. Even in the age before the widespread use of computers many writers used carbon sheets as I am sure I would have done if in that age – now I use a copier that came attached to the printer which came attached to a fax and all together has the ability to scan things.
but all this is off subject – or I haven’t a subject. The kittens cost me nearly 500 today and we are giving up one of the seven cats that inhabit our household this evening. Over the next few weeks we will be two kittens short of our current count and can then start considering colleges as there are too many bodies occupying this house at the given moment.
I am gripped by my body’s sense of humor.
June 12, 2011
what is that wetness??
abrupt wake up in where I considered shooting my wife’s cat. Little bastard pissed on my blanket to awaken me – which is odd as I don’t feed them – ever. That is K’s responsibility – I clean out the litter box and pet them – one sleeps on me sometimes and is my buddy (he had never pissed on my blanket which ended up on my foot), good cat he is.
I’ll have to dig it up and finish it sometime today but I once wrote a little thing about cleaning up after the cats, a miserable job but I have the olfactory senses that allow me to be instantly reminded to get it done asap.
Having a great sense of smell is not a blessing though, I also have olfactory hallucinations where at any time I will smell something so powerfully it makes me light headed – sometimes it’s all roses and candy or chicken – other times it’s all feces and rot. I’ve sussed no pattern to it.
I’ve only six followers here – why? I only blog when I feel like it and the public is fickle, they want entertainment every day or they forget you exist. that is okay, this is a place for me to write and sharing is a sideline because I somehow feel better about it once I’ve hit “publish post”.
May 3, 2011
prose/poem/prose poem/ as I opine about my poetry slightly
I’ve started another blog because I liked the url that was available. I have yet to do anything with it other than ramble about my mental abberations.
it is http://mentalslip.blogspot.com
don’t expect much there as this blog is still my main place of blogging communication.
I am having trouble choosing poems for the next print edition on PigeonBike – the first four I sent were rejected much to my surprise but upon rereading I can now see what the publisher wants – this is an important lesson in submitting (submission), knowing what the publisher is looking for. Now I am considering the voice that the original two published there were written in. They are heavily influenced by David Ignatow which is a voice I like to write in as it is similar to mine. What I would like is to find a place for my half poetic prose half poem pieces – this is an honest voice that I love but have found no takers that I know of yet. There are some out there right now but we shall see.
as an example:
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stunned and lovely
I’m suppose to be writing the most perfect of poems but am sitting around doing nothing. I’m disgusted by the news on the wire and prose badly written meant to move us to tears. but this is nothing that we haven’t seen before this is nothing that I’ve not written before, it’s not my birthday so there is no excuse and the book on my nightstand rests with the mark on page 309, SO I trade in bonds to pay for new landscaping and feel really stupid and wonder what I will hear next but not from who.
most of all I really want to be stunned and lovely.
fuck the songs that say differently, it is never easy unless it is. Standing out strongly but in fear and not beautiful but gently. It was last friday night and suspecting that this would be here like it is and I’m not saying good bye.
here’s to life!
here’s to life.
viva la vida –
a star, quarter,
four fingers of Johnnie Walker
chocking back the innocence
to truly gain perspective.
– Hoc Scripsi
I love this style and am still learning to breathe in it.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 