Just a quick stop in. This week marks two milestones. Today is the end of National Poetry Month. I succeeded in posting a poem a day for the second year in a row, this time all part of an epic, The Book of Cyrus, posted over at Eirica Johnstone’s Obsession. I think the Eight Songs… Read More Filibuster, Cornhusker, Featherduster, Bluster
Hot on the heels of my last dream, came another, again fully clothed, or at least clothing was never an issue. I was going to a band competition or concert – it became less clear as the dream progressed. I wasn’t conducting. I was playing. There was a wide variety of ages in the ensemble.… Read More Another Night, Another Dream, Another…
I just posted tomorrow’s poem. As one who tends to work in miniatures, I’m finding these poems a little oppressive and demanding. Today, I would have liked to stop after a few verses, but I had an 18-verse gap to fill before the next completed section. I could have left it, but I felt impelled… Read More Splork!
Last night, I did dream, a long drawn-out two part affair. At the beginning I was kidnapped with a friend, by a woman who kidnapped several of us. She spent much of the time telling us we hadn’t been kidnapped and were free to come and go at any time. She lived just down the… Read More Kidnapping Pizza
I suppose that is a good thing. I’ve scheduled the next instalment of The Book of Cyrus for tomorrow morning. There are only four more days of April after that. I have one section in my pocket, but I would rather not use it until it is more refined. Tomorrow’s post is from Judicus II,… Read More Running Out of Time
Today was supposed to be a big work day, but a couple of things got in the way. I should be working on it now to get back up to my quota, but this is my writing time, so I’m going to stick to it. It was an arbitrary quota, set by me, not my… Read More Work, Schmurk
I feel like those chimps I mentioned the other day. I can’t seem to control my fingers on the keyboard. They creep left and right up and down. I spel wurds rong. I thpurj giiboleish. And then I have to retype. I think I’ve retyped more than I’ve typed today. Eventually, I type something that… Read More Another Day, Another Way
I’m back home again, lacking inspiration, and I’m running out of pre-loaded poetry, so I’ll have to get to that soon. Tomorrow’s is written and scheduled, but I need to think further ahead. Survivor Guilt is scheduled to the end, which will come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays until May 3rd, which is good, since that… Read More Glitterati
And enough time, it will write Shakespeare, or Joyce, or maybe gibberish. My latest forays into the Madness of Hora have taken a real turn. She’s gone completely nuts, but why has some numbskull scholar included it in The Book of Cyrus? Partly because it is me, but more likely it is because the unnamed… Read More Give a Chimp a Typewriter
That’s what I hear every morning: Hallucination free AI. That seems like a strange word for it, but I suppose that if my non-artificial intelligence can hallucinate, artificial intelligence could do just the same. As far as I know, however, I have never hallucinated. Maybe my entire existence is a hallucination. Maybe I don’t exist.… Read More Hallucination Free
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