The Things I Remember and The Things I Don’t

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You remind of someone very close. Also a marine. He tells me his life is a similar blur… Strange, I am so much older than both of you–than both of you combined–and I remember so much. I seem to be one of those stodgy old guys who still remember vividly what it is like to be a child. I feel as though, if I were a subject of a motion picture wherein I was transported back into the body of a child, I would fall right into it–and I wonder if whatever wisdom and experience I have acquired during the better part of a century would be of any use, or if it would be completely irrelevant.

Part V of the…

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…slowly unfolding female series, is rather an interesting one technically.  Composed, including its title, of word-count based haiku, which, as I have discovered lately can be written in iambic pentameter.  10 syllables per line, with 5 iambic feet, which consist of a feminine (unaccented) syllable followed by a masculine (accented.)  I do love additional constraints, they almost always make for an interesting sound, even if clarity is an even greater challenge. Continue reading →

The sonnets are coming! The sonnets are coming!!!

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I confess I have been a bit under the weather, however, this is not the only reason I am a bit late in posting.

I have discovered a few things about the nature of this kind of work:

First, I believe one objective was not entirely well thought out. Writing a sonnet every day, is something that can be accomplished in less than seven days. For that reason, I believe the weekend was created (perhaps by God?) In any case, working seven days a week is a recipe for ultimate disaster. I had the notion a few weeks ago, to write ahead, so that I could take the weekend–much like a normal working fellow, regardless of the freelance nature of my chosen profession.  Which, alas, must be (except for kisses) its own reward. Continue reading →

Such things sometimes appear synergistically in…

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…ways quite mysterious.  Today’s sonnet, and it’s companion are written in response or reflection to this post.  These few offhand words by Lady Day struck me a certain way–sparked, one might say a memory.  Regarding the nature of love, and work, and how, so very often, hard work is the very way, particularly among men, in which we most often express our love.  Need it be that way?  I do not believe myself to be a perfect judge of such things.  I will here state that it may depend somewhat on temperament.  I have found it in myself at times, to be necessary–or at least to seem so–to make myself harder and more practical–and this can, very naturally, push ones romantic nature to the back, while bringing to the fore ones desire to do such practical things as life may sometimes demand. Continue reading →