Friday, July 2, 2010

NEWS POST: Further updates on my latest scribble

As you may have noticed, I have a link to your right just above the Google ad that says, "Archive of Stories and Ascended Scribbles". Go there, and you will see this:


Sometimes scribbles ascend to become coherent stories.

I write this because most of the time, I get an idea for a story, and scribble it down (see?) and it goes nowhere. I lose interest. I think it sucks too badly to get published. Whatever. That means the scribble never gets to be a story. It never ascends. It doesn't achieve Nirvana. That is exactly what happens to the titles I announce and then strike off. I can't do it. The characters have got the wrong guy. I'm not the one who gets to tell their story. These fictional people, they invade on my consciousness and tell me, 'I got something to say.' Most of the time they say it and walk off. Sometimes they tell me to tell their story. Sometimes I do. Most of the times, I don't. I say to them, sorry, wrong guy. Try James Cameron, space marine. You can try Neil Gaiman, Shadow. Or Alan Moore to you, Rorschach.


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Monday, June 28, 2010

NEWS POST, or, Why Do I Keep Changing the blog design?

Because it sucked. Okay I log in today to post my poem (see previous entry) and find out a lot of things have been going on with Blogger. Suddenly the impossible is easy! Would that it were this easy to do medicine. Ah well. On the news, uh...

 - Changed the layout, and basically the whole blog template.

 -  Added an 'Archive' page over on your right, hope you see it.

 - Added a new poem.

 - Also hope to add friends' blogs and my sweet princess's link if they respond to this invitation.


I guess that's about it. Oh, frabjous day if they ever add an auto BGM feature. Not that it will ever happen of course, but I can dream, right?

Peace.

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POEM: Play It Again

     I'm starting to think I'm really, really, REALLY bad at poetry. I read this again and think, what the hell? Maybe true art is incomprehensible? Whatever true art is, it's not bad, which this certainly is. Hey, at least I cut out the really clumsy parts and left the good stuff in. One final note: this particularly clumsy attempt at poetry is dedicated to...I can't say. Suffice to say, this was the last time that person haunted my dreams.

PLAY IT AGAIN

We make beautiful music together.

Like any good music we wish it never ends.
Like any good thing, it must.

It is a duet we perform

She and I
in harmony.

We’re just through the doorway

already, silent rests between bars,
long notes to the stars, our hearts
beating out the time of the nocturne we
compose with our bodies
making sweet music.

We reach the stage where we play our parts.

Each beat to the tempo,
Each move in legato,
nuancing each high with a low
'til even each discord flows
into one long nocturnal melody
until finally, accelerando, to the
cadence of our concerto.

Like any good music we wish it never ends.
Like any good thing, it must.

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Monday, March 8, 2010

The Writing Process


My bro Zufar has pressured me to update more often, but for the life of me I can't get any writing done, between the exhaustion and class. So here is an update about my futile attempts to write something based on a picture I found (the one above, taken from http://2photo.ru/en/post/16762) while browsing the net. Its more about the writing process than an actual story, so I guess be prepared to read the actual story...some time in the distant future. It's a lot of fantasy, and steampunk, and sci-fi too I think, so, umm, yeah.

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