Who am I?
I was wondering.
So I Came Alive!
*
There is you.
Now I have
another drive.
*
Where am I?
I was wondering,
so I moved on.
*
Where are you?
Did you follow me,
did your heart lead you?
*
Who are we?
Are we one where once
there were two?
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Look at me.
Am I
the mirror of you?
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Oh, but it’s true.
I can not love
without you.
*
Do you need me?
I was wondering.
So I Came Alive.
I’ve trashed the original Bluestone Standing because the publisher didn’t give me the opportunity to edit the draft I submitted. It cost too much to have the publisher do the editing and proofreading. Once I paid for the publishing, I learned of the extra funding I’d need. So I did the editing and proofreading myself. This took time because as most writers know, it’s difficult to do these things yourself. But I did my best and submitted the revised edition to a new publisher who was more cooperative with my needs. I also added four thousand words. I hope it reads more smoothly and aims for reader appeal since it contains a better character build. But this book is not about personal drama so much as it’s a visionary description of antediluvian events. It’s more about the powers behind the human race that enraged God to cause the great flood. It’s about the source of the standing stones we all wonder about. Of course, it’s pure fantasy and most likely pure fiction. But it has a philosophical bent.
The revised edition has a new cover; it’s the one with the depiction of a flood. The draft has a stone dragon picture I snapped in Ireland at the amazing circle of Gurr. The revised edition is not yet on the shelf, but it will be soon.
Happy dreams and visions to all who might embrace such things.
I love writing fantasy because it offers the mind so much more than the restraints of accepted reality. Who knows from where or whence we tap such visions and conversations with the population of heroic times? Dreams? Illusions? Realms from an unknown multiverse? All inventions are imagined in the mind before they’re made manifest through the hands. So I wonder, is it really fantasy?
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I’ll soon be visiting yours as well.
My new site was down because of the new firefox update. I now use google chrome until frirefox fixes they’re glitches.
Blessed journeys all.
Fond regards – Tuaim
Left to float your own boat,
a mighty ship you sail.
The tide runs against you,
with focus, you prevail.
One breath of understanding
from passing winds you ignore.
Calling you with open arms waiting,
on my lonely shore.
A little poetic history for you.
‘Stream of consciousness’. You may have heard the term, but where did it come from, and what does it mean? The answers are perhaps surprising, and lead us to a forgotten modernist writer whom Virginia Woolf, among others, praised.
It is often claimed that the term ‘stream of consciousness’ was coined by philosopher and psychologist William James, brother of novelist Henry James, in his book The Principles of Psychology (1890). Sure enough, James himself gives us this impression when he uses the phrase when discussing conscious thought: ‘A “river” or a “stream” are the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let’s call it the stream of thought, consciousness, or subjective life.‘ But this was not the first use of the phrase by a psychologist, and James was actually borrowing (to put it politely) an expression that had been coined some years…
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Here’s a photographer with his sleeves rolled up. Muddy shoes too. A kind of photojounalism we should embrace, and learn from.
I have visited the Rock of Dunamase on a number of occasions over the last few years, each time has always been a pleasure. So on my recent trip around County Laois, I decided to have a look around its much over looked neighbour, The Holy Trinity Church. No it is not the usual ruin that I would normally explore, in fact it is not even a ruin, but considering its close proximity to The Rock I wanted to have a look around. The small granite church and graveyard which are both still in use today, was built back in 1845 after the church at nearby Dysart was destroyed by fire. It belongs to the Church of Ireland and was never consecrated until 1849, supposedly due to the famine. I always wondered, was there an older religious site here? Considering the historical significance of its neighbour this would be quite…
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Some think these videos disturbing. I find a closed mind disturbing.
Did you know Mark Twain and Count Leo Tolstoy were captured on film? Although they’re associated with the nineteenth century, both writers lived until 1910 and would be filmed in their final years when the technology was still in its infancy. (Mark Twain, who had been born two weeks after Halley’s Comet appeared in 1835, died the day after it next made its return in 1910 – something he had predicted would happen.)
As a Friday treat, we thought we’d share these two videos of footage of these classic nineteenth-century novelists.
First, Mark Twain, in 1909, filmed by none other than Thomas Edison. The footage was filmed at Stormfield, Mark Twain’s estate in Connecticut.
Second, Leo Tolstoy, author of War and Peace, in 1908 when he was an old man of 80.
Disclaimer: We share these videos here on a share-alike basis, since they have been made freely available by…
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It was a long shot.
She looked too good.
I had to try hard,
I hoped she understood.
That I’m down now,
but I will regain.
My control over
my personal pain.
It’s not that I’m shy,
I just felt down.
I’m the kind of guy
who likes to fool around.
Since she was there,
I jumped in her game.
If she were someone else,
would I have played it the same?
So now we’re rapping.
It’s really not hard,
to talk to her now
that I’m in her yard.
Let me say
it’s not cool to be shy.
Just say; “Hello”.
And be a natural guy.
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