@Thom: Dusie Kollectiv: Thanks for the link. I could youse sum eye adds. Mine head be tired inside. Been so long since I lived in a city! Maybe i'm nearly ready to give up the wildman act in exchange for a traditional black beret au cafe. Their (Dusie's) website is a slow-loading mess - would benefit from a few sharp-eyed hours of tidying. Most of the images that cover the text links didn't even make it in. Maybe their server is overloaded/a piece of crap. On the general topic of on-line editing: How come so few artists speak any html, anyway? (i only spikka pidgin bracket lingo myself - I'm from the Apple II days when we called such commands "macros").
You'd think we'd learn. I mean, I still use paper at home, but I'm getting older by the minute. Heck, I just ran my quill pen empty, which led to the realization - the reason ancient sages sucked their goose-quills was not, of course, fubbishness nor a desire for ink - the porous structure, depressurised, would suck more ink into itself! Revelation #9, I tellya.
On and on I go. I actually came here hoping to deposit my pithy opinion of 'jackpine sonnets' (Harriet won't touch me with a ten-foot grounded pole coated in anti-fungal powder - what could the matter be? - actually, I understand that I rub people the wrong way a LOT (I even have pills for it), but Harriet she has fur like a mean-tempered mog - there's only one right way, and she'll show you.
I always like to swing cats like that a bit before they goes over the hedge.
But anyway, I ended up enjoying blabbing at you so much (and I'm going to go click all those didn't load mystery links at Dusie whilst the coffee still be hott) - that I think I'll just keep my opinions to myself. It's rare that a poem of mine be opinionated that way anyway, and rarer still that such a one would be any good. Better to keep such children of the world at home, chained to the high chair with vacant vacant eyes.
@Thom: Dusie Kollectiv: Thanks for the link. I could youse sum eye adds. Mine head be tired inside. Been so long since I lived in a city! Maybe i'm nearly ready to give up the wildman act in exchange for a traditional black beret au cafe. Their (Dusie's) website is a slow-loading mess - would benefit from a few sharp-eyed hours of tidying. Most of the images that cover the text links didn't even make it in. Maybe their server is overloaded/a piece of crap. On the general topic of on-line editing: How come so few artists speak any html, anyway? (i only spikka pidgin bracket lingo myself - I'm from the Apple II days when we called such commands "macros").
ReplyDeleteYou'd think we'd learn. I mean, I still use paper at home, but I'm getting older by the minute. Heck, I just ran my quill pen empty, which led to the realization - the reason ancient sages sucked their goose-quills was not, of course, fubbishness nor a desire for ink - the porous structure, depressurised, would suck more ink into itself! Revelation #9, I tellya.
On and on I go. I actually came here hoping to deposit my pithy opinion of 'jackpine sonnets' (Harriet won't touch me with a ten-foot grounded pole coated in anti-fungal powder - what could the matter be? - actually, I understand that I rub people the wrong way a LOT (I even have pills for it), but Harriet she has fur like a mean-tempered mog - there's only one right way, and she'll show you.
I always like to swing cats like that a bit before they goes over the hedge.
But anyway, I ended up enjoying blabbing at you so much (and I'm going to go click all those didn't load mystery links at Dusie whilst the coffee still be hott) - that I think I'll just keep my opinions to myself. It's rare that a poem of mine be opinionated that way anyway, and rarer still that such a one would be any good. Better to keep such children of the world at home, chained to the high chair with vacant vacant eyes.
Hoping the day treats you well,
PG/333