Sunday, January 24, 2010
Billy Collins Poems and Poetry
Billy Collins Poems and Poetry He served two terms as the Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003. We are the same age. I've a looooong way to go, I must say. -tp.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Here
Where would I rather be
than here
among my tools
and four-legged friends
surrounded by books
and drawings
in double mats and
flat black frames.
I’ve got twenty more years
by my count
to write more words
and pass on some things
I’ve learned along the way.
Beyond my rooms
the street
and my favorite stops.
The café, coffee house, post office,
and the bank where they call
me by my first name.
It’s all within a few steps,
the mountain panorama
the orange sky in the morning
the winter coat on my retriever,
the loving dark eyes
and white muzzle of my oldest dog.
In the naked branches of the tree
there are always young birds
bouncing in the branches
waiting to sneak a drink at my dog’s pail.
In the yard, winter grass
moss
hints of early buds and
the rich, dark soil waiting for seed.
Sorry if I don’t always pay attention
to your calls or mail
or accept your invitations to
a party or a celebration.
Sorry, I’m so content here
among my tools
and four-legged friends
and books
and my drawings
in double mats and
flat black frames.
[Special thanks to Billy Collins
for showing the way. January, 2010.]
than here
among my tools
and four-legged friends
surrounded by books
and drawings
in double mats and
flat black frames.
I’ve got twenty more years
by my count
to write more words
and pass on some things
I’ve learned along the way.
Beyond my rooms
the street
and my favorite stops.
The café, coffee house, post office,
and the bank where they call
me by my first name.
It’s all within a few steps,
the mountain panorama
the orange sky in the morning
the winter coat on my retriever,
the loving dark eyes
and white muzzle of my oldest dog.
In the naked branches of the tree
there are always young birds
bouncing in the branches
waiting to sneak a drink at my dog’s pail.
In the yard, winter grass
moss
hints of early buds and
the rich, dark soil waiting for seed.
Sorry if I don’t always pay attention
to your calls or mail
or accept your invitations to
a party or a celebration.
Sorry, I’m so content here
among my tools
and four-legged friends
and books
and my drawings
in double mats and
flat black frames.
[Special thanks to Billy Collins
for showing the way. January, 2010.]
Saturday, January 16, 2010
His fiance wrote:
In case anything happens to Tim
please let me know via email, please.
Thank you.
I wrote to Tim to say: OK. I will file this away in case you die.
If I die, don't tell anyone.
I want it to be a surprise.
Tell your fiance I have the information and
I've prepared a mailing label for a letter,
since an email notice of death is a bit too coarse.
Inside is a brief, but tasteful note from me that says:
"Tim is taking a dirt nap. Do not disturb."
January, 2010
In case anything happens to Tim
please let me know via email, please.
Thank you.
I wrote to Tim to say: OK. I will file this away in case you die.
If I die, don't tell anyone.
I want it to be a surprise.
Tell your fiance I have the information and
I've prepared a mailing label for a letter,
since an email notice of death is a bit too coarse.
Inside is a brief, but tasteful note from me that says:
"Tim is taking a dirt nap. Do not disturb."
January, 2010
Gonzo
He wrote, before taking his life:
No more games. No more bombs.
No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming.
67. That is 17 years past 50.
17 more than I Needed or wanted. Boring.
I am always bitchy.
No Fun –for anybody. 67.
You are getting Greedy.
Act your old age. Relax -- This won’t hurt.
He shot himself four days later.
Written in black marker, the note was titled,
“Football Season Is Over.”
[Hunter S. Thompson.]
No more games. No more bombs.
No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming.
67. That is 17 years past 50.
17 more than I Needed or wanted. Boring.
I am always bitchy.
No Fun –for anybody. 67.
You are getting Greedy.
Act your old age. Relax -- This won’t hurt.
He shot himself four days later.
Written in black marker, the note was titled,
“Football Season Is Over.”
[Hunter S. Thompson.]
Thursday, January 7, 2010
MarketCopywriter Blog
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Friedrich Nietzsche
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Q10 Simple text editor. No distractions. Get the version with the dictionary.
Q10: "Full-screen. Access menu with F1 key
Focus on your work.
Live text statistics.
Word, page and character counts are updated live as you type.
Programmable page count formula.
Specify what formula to use for page count calculation. You’re not constrained to the 250 words per page rule anymore.
Customizable look and paragraph format.
Change the colors, line spacing, first line indent, paragraph spacing, font.."
Focus on your work.
Live text statistics.
Word, page and character counts are updated live as you type.
Programmable page count formula.
Specify what formula to use for page count calculation. You’re not constrained to the 250 words per page rule anymore.
Customizable look and paragraph format.
Change the colors, line spacing, first line indent, paragraph spacing, font.."
My Writing Nook
My Writing Nook
My Writing Nook provides a simple, uncluttered writing workspace. However, uncluttered doesn't mean feature-poor. All the essential features are there:
* Autosave
* Word Count
* Dictionary/Thesaurus lookup
* Send to Email
* Download to Computer
My Writing Nook provides a simple, uncluttered writing workspace. However, uncluttered doesn't mean feature-poor. All the essential features are there:
* Autosave
* Word Count
* Dictionary/Thesaurus lookup
* Send to Email
* Download to Computer
Friday, January 1, 2010
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