Visiting Bjorn’s page I wrote the following as part of a comment. There is something simple and rather stark and minimal, that I find myself liking, for some reason.
as i slept
by a veranda
open to the sea
on a cool night
just right
to let
the wind
and moonlight
and the stars
blow quietly
past me
as i slept
…by the natures of those who choose to follow my site. It seems counterintuitive. Once I see what they do, or write, I wonder: how can they possible find anything of little enough value here to follow. I write “little enough” and not “great enough” because I have, at certain times, an upside-down feeling when I visit certain sites. As though everything that is right is called by the name “wrong;” and everything that is wrong is called by the name “right.” What could such a man, living in such a world, possibly see in any world of mine? Continue reading
Courage man! Just keep writing. Read what Anais Nin said about the subject. I think her words are far more elegant than my memory will paraphrase, however. In essence both these methods will “work.” The first, you write for others. Keep writing for them, and you will eventually find a market. The second, which dear Anais, thought better to follow herself, just write. Write for yourself. Keep writing. Publish yourself. Eventually people will come to you. But you must love to write more than anything else. By the time they come to you, you may not need them anymore, but still they will be welcome. The sound of opening doors is deafening. Anais wrote for decades. before any but a few knew of her work. Decades. Not years. Continue reading
This is the most honest “If I were king of the universe” poem I have ever read!
…and checked something off my long, long, long list. I have wanted to write some kind of series or epic based on Rudyard Kipling’s “The Gods of the Copybook Headings.” This was a prophetic piece much neglected, partly because hardly anyone now alive knows what a copybook is–or was–thanks, in large part, to the widespread implementation of marxist education theory in government schools, and in fact, in most other schools as well. Continue reading
…when whimsy strikes me with a brickbat, in the event that the comment is not approved here it is reproduced (with a bit of lucasing):
Not very sporting, sir,
Leaving a link,
With nary a follow,
Nor even a like.Seems like extorting, sir,
Should you rethink?
It strikes me as hollow, sir,
Hogging the mike.However, dear sir, I forgive you…
And…Truly, sir, there is no need for this kind of thing. Your poetry and your photographs are very pleasing and do work very well together.
And, as well, clicking “like” still provides the link very much as the one you pasted. People do appreciate a few kind words though, And, I must say I do like your writing very much.
This was in response to a link posted in my about page, with nary a like, nor follow, nor actual comment. This post seems the more appropriate place for such a link, so I include it here:
I have recently undertaken to read artists blogs from the the beginning. I’m starting with Bjorn’s blog because, order of the most engaging bloggers, and therefore those who have commented the most.
A sonnet on #liblit twitter word-game
A meeting, thirteenth room and feeling vague
No comfort on the thirteenth floor it is
The thirteenth room gives awful mindset plague
The thirteenth floor it’s hard to get the quiz
I search my mind for winsome things to say
But train of thought will lead away from light
The winsome thoughts turn darker, dreary grey
And train of thoughts will enter tunnel night
Oh querulous they are, creatures of Night
And under fullest moon they walk around
They prey and wait in hunt for blood and fight
But creatures that I fear are now aground
As sunshine burns the scary beasts away
My fealty is keeping fear at bay
Björn Rudberg, May 1 to May 5 2012
David Emeron: Sonnets 