Category Archives: Poetry

Poem: For an Immoral Bottom Dwellor

I am now totally going out on the streets with a BAN DUFFY NOW placard. I would *love* to have a poem written because of me. What a memorial!
posted by low_horrible_immoral at 9:38 AM on September 12

oh what a beastie is this, when winds are blown from o’er it’s rump?

For it sighs in repose and calls for censure and retort from no cause and no strong tort.

For when can a beast from the bottom say when the sun should shine, for it’s own jealous eye can see no light.

Desktop Publishing is Hard

I’ve never found it difficult to put pen to paper when I have something to say.  Inspiration moves me easily and I can just fire out the words until my ideas are spent.  This comes in handy when I’m writing for fun or creating a knowledge-management entry or just documenting my work.

Converting the raw work into something I can sell, that has proven to be troublesome.  It’s not the words that are failing me, it’s arranging them with pictures for a vanity work that is killing me.  I sit down to it, fire up the software then get about 5 pages in and decide that I’m not getting anywhere, half because the picture system is so cumbersome and half because I lose the inspiration that got me there in the first place.

I’m using booksmart, has anyone had any experience with it? Is there a better system?

Have you ever made a vanity book?

The Universal Machine

I tell you this, the universe is but a machine. If you do not believe this, observee only the leaves of the trees for proof of this truth. When but one leaf falls in autumns chill, you may feel assured that it’s green but yellowing fellows will come along soon.

We few mewling children are niether the architects nor the caretakers that we are charged with being. No gentle reader, we are but the despoiler.

Darker the World may be.

Witness now; all ye dark works! This is no new day born! This is the old dawn, new again. Open your eyes upon the flat brown earth, and see that it is yours you dark lords, you fell princes. Lords many, Kings none.

You Can Have it

You Can have your Daisy Connection!
Live it all you want. It’s not as if it will end you.
For it is not as much as that, not that price you pay, for all you say. Is not as much as that.
Never so dear, as far or near; still finding chance today.

Now go for, forevermore and speak to me, but never more, it is that bus, it leaves for you and drives you to Nod.

Sleep on, sleep on and find your rest. I’ll not destroy repose. But do not forget, as you sleep, a daisy is not a rose.