Reading: The Work Of Happiness by May Sarton
May Sarton (1912-1995) was a very prolific writer of novels, journals and poetry. She kept reinventing herself and wrote until she was very old. According to literary critics, she is an important contemporary American author. This time, I found a poem she wrote about happiness: The work of happiness I thought of happiness, how it ...
57 ways how I grew my blog exponentially and you won’t believe what happens next
From September 2017 until May 2018 the number of views per month increased exponentially. I posted every day: essays, poems, reviews, aphorisms, jokes, short stories, meditations. Yes, I am living the dream. I really do writing every single sentence. But this month my stats look like I'm not going to surpass last month. I am ...
Bird
Oh beguiling creature, I will observe you quietly without the desire to know your scientific name, or how many there are of you. I will follow you in your flight, I will look at the color of your feathers, or at the mournful bend of your beak, and call you that. I will listen to ...
Call me if you are a publisher and I will see if I can mention you in my next poem
Meditation on love
Can we imagine a love that is without lack, hence without desire? We sit for a brief meditation on love. Erotic love, parental love, the love for truth, beauty and the good. Imagination that our love is indeed without lack, that the constellation lover - beloved has a value as it is and does not ...
How I created a novel meme
Last night, under the influence of the free blended spirits in the backpackers hostel I stay, I told a young traveler named Joey the outline of my satire novel. Joey was interested so with but few leaps and bounds I told him the entire story. He told me he liked it, but what really touched ...
Growl
Now that I am lowered into my trench language I become an invocation. I am muscles and tendons, a pressurized blood machine, slowly releasing what was stored between the apostrophes, like a captured animal. I am a cormorant of the apocalypse, a confessing nihilist. Opinions grow on me like frozen waterfalls. My rage is inculcated, ...
Nihilism
Today, I received a strange visitor called nihilism. His bleak appearance and slow, decisive gait exerted a strange fascination on me, so I decided to follow him on the street after he left. I followed nihilism into an alleyway, where a beautiful woman's face smiled at me with the promise of a thousand futures, but ...
Not what you do professionally but what can entertain you defines who you are.
poem , in which a Turing machine decides if it could be part of another language along the lines of poetry
The devil writes my business plan He’s into details and a persuasive man Brilliant in math i make him cfo if i can I wonder tough how he got his tan