Hum-de-dum. I was working, then I stopped. The poem reached out to me and withdrew its hand before I could get the thing written down. Sigh. I am trying to compare/contrast the migration of fauna to the endless cycle of human beings destroying each other… the build up to a great war seems always withContinue reading “Waste and Art And AI”
Tag Archives: Modern Life
Just OK
Aloha. It is always sunny at Starbucks… if you aren’t involved in union negotiations or trying to make a living. Ha. I am here, doing neither. I am enjoying the fat of the land, after many years of fattening the land. I suppose that makes me a foe of the conservatives, and of the liberals.Continue reading “Just OK”
By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise
I could not sleep longer than 3am. The best I could think to do was to grab hold of Facebook and scroll away. I did so. I am weak. This is not good. The man, Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, his cheating and lying and good ‘ol college boy antics / attitude have taken usContinue reading “By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise”
(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)
I am enjoying refuge at Starbucks, in their clean well-lighted place, but I am not Hemingway, he was more closeted than I ever have been. I sorta feel bad for him. An honest adventurer who couldn’t consider the whole picture, a real man who didn’t understand.. but I digress. There stood a time, once, forContinue reading “(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)”
Caution
Proceed with caution, dear audience. The possibilities follow imagination. Take good care to remain positive, to find humour where there is none, to enjoy that the dentist’s face is often upside down…. There is more to come, I have awakened once again.
I did not mean it
this time or that other time. I stand humbled by algorithm and the need to express myself. I am as weak as any other one of us. The designers of social media programs have done their homework and we are vulnerable. Being the human being that we are often challenged to be is not anContinue reading “I did not mean it”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
On ‘Daylight’ Time
April 17, 2024 On ‘Daylight’ Time I type and one word catches another’s tail as the other passes quickly,underway to Wordsend.Wordsend stands as a high cliff above,watching the place that is no place,found in every place…staring blunt into that place where all is bound.That end place is one which words may not describe.It is aContinue reading “On ‘Daylight’ Time”
Elizabeth and the Witness
Elizabeth and The Witness A tentative, “Hello?”she heard.Elizabeth looked up slowat first repeat of the same word. Knitting to pattern andeager for five minutes break,she rose with the help of one hand,while another massaged a back-ache. Above her head, she could discernthat through the transom came a glowof something interesting to learn,about which, she justContinue reading “Elizabeth and the Witness”
The Smallish Artist
December 10 2023 Someday, I will truly understand where I belong, what I should and shouldn’t say in public and whose opinions and actions I should pay attention to. In the meantime, I just say what I like and hope I have good sense. I do care what the world thinks. Perhaps too much. IContinue reading “The Smallish Artist”
Robert On The Air 