Square Peg

If I had Photoshop and bandwidth, I’d find myself a fire plugin because the Ally logo would look so cool rendered as flames against the trees.

And if there were, unlikely as it may sound, no flamage plugins available I could probably use the enhanced toolset to mock me up something.

Oh, man, back in the day, my favorite plugin was a sky generator. It had features such as cloud type and coverage, your standard azimuth and pitch and such, you could render with horizon or sans.

Had rainbows, and sun position, and it was the greatest thing ever!!!!!

Kept me sane.

Then I moved to an all text workflow and that fucked things up.

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Onebody’s seen this a few seconds past as an IM, and then I wondered why I keep all the good stuff to my inner circle. Sigh, at this point I have thousands of texts to dig through.

In the meantime, I may as well reap my content at harvest, instead of processing it into unrecognizable sludge.

I'll probably get a post a day out of it. Later on they'll merge into something else and you'll be able to see the journey and praise the growth.

In fact that's where “It's a Hoot!” came from—a series of IMs with Ben, you have him to blame, but I'll take the credit.

Now that I think about it, I've started gathering all its threads together. But then got scared of offending a radical poetry collective so I ceased the excavation.

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Rebuild, damn you!

I’m making this post in hopes it’ll trigger a refresh of my RSS feed, which has dropped my first 8 Dronecasts. I apologize if it screws with your podcast aggregators.

Now that’s how you title a poem

Update: I could never get it quite right, ended up with a bunch of file, so I put a few into this slide show.

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This is how to title a poem: simple and direct.

From Sad Poem by E., on A Sign of Life.
It’s a wonderful blog, you should check it out.

The Year of the Trilogy

So, I don’t know what to read first. The Divine Comedy or The Red Night. Am I looking for “a nonlinear course through time and space” or something a bit more structured?

It won’t surprise you to learn I admire Burroughs. That he speaks to me. That it’s his yardstick by which I judge my work by. I wade in the stream that Burroughs forged with the precum of defeated and angry masturbation, in the tears that followed as they mixed into the semen and mucus. Throttled and rattling for death the river roars… and I am wading in the tributary.

The Devine Comedy, on the other hand, is foreign and strange. From all accounts it’s linear and planned. Not to mention it’s one of the more important works in the Western canon. I’ll be reading a 19th century English translation of the 14th century Italian—weird, right? It should shake up my words some. It might lend form to them.