Posts tagged ‘writing’

Writing (The Agenbite of Inwit, perhaps?) Frenetically

That–the writing part, that is–is what I’ve been doing.  Not e-mail, which I increasingly regard with dubiety (since it’s impersonal almost without exception) nor cruising the net.  My cat is even feeling neglected.

One part of writing is that soldier (or whatever participant and in whatever War) who is lost within it–confused within that very common problem we orphans have of finding any sort of identity.  Note I didn’t say “combined” nor did I mean to do so.

I’m also working toward publishing poetry for the first time in forty years.  It’s daunting to start.

I’m also considering if I should try for college especially since given the statistics I shouldn’t hope for a whole lot longer.  However, the company would be nice and would distract me nicely me from the constant pain.

The painkillers will never increase in this country.  I bet I can’t leave this country unless I divorce my wife or she’s dead.  She has finally said differently, but it would be very hard for her.  Going to Canada would also mean leaving my cat in one way or another I’m rather sure.  Since she’s crushed if I go for too long a drive, it would mean putting her to sleep.  14 years is a long time for a pet, and I think she’s earned her place.

As far as the pain goes, well, it’s more than I can stand.  Now think about that, and my alternatives.

Wish me luck.

October 8, 2015 at 2:06 am Leave a comment

The Last Two Silent Weeks

I’ve been working on things.  Primarily it’s been Network Storage.  I have a working Lenovo Iomega ix4-300d as well as a somewhat pretend NAS because it’s 4 TB and not only default but unstoppably RAID 0.  RAID 0 is bad because when your drive fails (either of them, at least) all your data is gone.  For non-intensive use that’s basically all right.  Modern disks (hard drive type) actually don’t have a default spin rate any more, they simply go to rest.  Since you can feel drives spinning, if you’re brave and have a somewhat gentle touch, try it; pick one up while it’s flickering (the drive light, d…arn it) and you’ll find you can feel the drive that said light indicates.  [This tends not to be true of the slower 3600 RPM drives; usual drives are 7200; there are faster-spinning drives available but oddly enough they are more susceptible to shock.  I am never sardonic.  Never lie, either.  You’d be astonished at how perfect I’m not.  I mean, am.]

Partially because of the Netgear pretend-NAS when I was installing the ix4, I had some problems.  There was also something else that was probably the OS (Windows) conflicting with the native OS of the NAS itself.  I would presume.  I explained it in fair detail and they suggested a factory reset when in fact it’s now working fine.  Let sleeping dogs lie where they may and tip toe amongst the dung.

Homegroup finally works, even with a Windows 8.1 among the bunch.  That means I actually have a bunch of computers working as meant, and I can access data pretty well on one if I can’t on another.  A case in point is Kindle, the application, not working on this machine.  It does on others, however.  I’m also finally unlikely to lose any data again; I do after all have that years’–old data saved that I’ve never gone through until now.  It’s been transferred from computer to computer, you see.

So I’m back online to an extent at least.  I am however writing assiduously which means offline a lot; publishers don’t like pre-published writing.

August 3, 2015 at 7:02 pm Leave a comment

today

I’m actually engaged in writing “The Houses at the end of Taylor Street” and am going to take it as far as it will go.  I’m quite archaic, so I won’t tell you how.   I’m skeptical there’s a reason to separate humor and horror, and I have the perfect inspiration.  Besides, there is after all something of an impetus; if my anti-seizure drugs run out on a medical plan, I die of heart attack or stroke.  The motivation is thus quite stimulating.

–Glenn

I intend to add more today but I’m not promising anything.

June 9, 2008 at 3:02 pm Leave a comment

(gasp) Poetry: first poem from voices, posted elsewhere

 

paths

when i first met you
wandering in that pasture
(your face cast downwards
     obscured
   by your golden silky hair
 you seemed so startled to see me!
       like some wildwoods doe:
    this, then, is man…)

you said (when
you’d overcome that somehow
    wounded shyness)
you sought
  a certain silence
 that led, you were sure,
    to wisdom or its path.

but i made you look
at the burning sky,
the rolling sward, the splendid
ranks of trees:  o, i
seduced you quite gently
and had my will of you.

o, but then you strode away,
vibrant, head high-held,
    and i…
  head bowed, somber, speechless
         i search
for that silence, that path.

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glenn

–dedicated to Andre Norton, though ’tain’t a bit like her writing

April 30, 2008 at 11:29 pm Leave a comment

Hello world!/poetry/philosophy and mere opinion

I’ve come here from LiveJournal (http://oregonnerd.livejournal.com/ ) simply because I saw my friends’ entries had steadily declined until the end of last year, when they pretty well quit.  This is also going to record at least some of the travails associated with chasing a [theoretical:  proper usage is ‘hypothetical’ but current mis-usage has does a tad bit of modification to said proper] path of chasing a version and vision of reality.  Components ranged from the observation that most sociological studies take place from outside the group and are often based on what is termed “hearsay” if submitted by a ‘layman’  {Layman.  I love that.  It does directly indicate the religious nature of current science, which uses terms like ‘proof’.} to that of the error contained in the Identity Statement, which is commonly referred to as the Law of Identity.

 

And today’s main offering is merely a poem.

attempted knowledge

they just let me know
about you, today

you that half-willed whisper
of light and touch, reality
indeed
quite disputable:  mutations

of blurred visions, dreams’
ashed remnants
done to dust and breezeblown,
as i may soon follow

names that fetter,
names that bind;
stains on the sheets,
upon the walls.

and when they are gone
i suppose
nothing, nothing at all

——————————

Glenn

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April 17, 2008 at 6:32 pm Leave a comment