My pinkies fall
asleep frequently.
I fear I may
need new ones.
But what have I
given, to those
with similar
pinkclivities?
Did I care a draught?
Did I give charitably?
No, I bid alms farewell
(they waved)
So, ring finger is next,
an index is
feeling mighty
itchy.
7 Apr: feast of Bl Notker the Stammerer/Notcerus Balbulus, d. 912 - musician, author, #poet, #Benedictine monk at St Gall, commonly accepted to be Monachus Sangallensis who wrote Gesta Karoli (Life of Charlemagne). Beatified 1512.
Skyte myself.
Am I the clay or
am I the lever,
pulled. Am I the
Remington, or ears
ringing? Or do I shyte
myself? Practice every
day, sometimes
three before thrice.
Pull! Ain’t it funny
with all them words,
you aim the same
as me? Deuces wild
me droogs,
dropped.
New-to-me instance, so I suppose I should do an #intro again -- and pin it.
Late-realized #ActuallyAutistic#AuDHD#GenX#Enby and more or less lifelong Kansan living once more in the blue bubble of #LFK. In one year I will have lived in my current house as long as I lived anywhere else in my entire life. That is kind of scary to me.
I have no idea what I said as an intro when I joined Mastodon in late 2022. I had just gotten slapped by the book of face because I said I wanted to drive to Texas to punch a Nazi. That'll tell you a lot about who I actually am.
I'm still #Novid because masking is punk as fuck, as is caring about other people in your community -- not just the shiny loud ones who are always talking and saying everything is fine.
It's not.
I believe it's going to be some version of OK, but it's going to be really different, and it might be pretty difficult, and a lot of people are going to be really uncomfortable -- but you probably already know that.
I love reading, learning, sleeping, foraging, unlearning, listening, learning to repair things, and being quiet for long stretches. I grow as much food and medicine as I can on my own small property. I try to be a good steward and give back to the land and the animals.
I am a chicken tender, and they are the joy of my existence. Those goofy birds helped me get through some really rough years recently. When you've got creatures that you have to get up and tend to many times a day, there's a reason to keep your feet on the ground on this earth for a while.
I have two dogs, three cats, and never enough time to do all the learning and reading or even work that I want to do.
I've been in my profession of bodywork for over 30 years and still love it. I'm only able to work part time due to my AuDHD and chronic physical conditions, so my work fits my needs very well.
I'm redheaded, left-handed, short, fat, and existentially angry most of the time, but I am also one of those people that will usually shut up after complaining and try to find a solution.
I'm a #meditator, meditation teacher, certified #yoga teacher, certified listener #poet, am becoming a certified #herbalist, and I like to question everything, especially authority. I have too many #typewriters and only two hands, and never enough time for all the poems that want to be scribbled down or typed out.
I'm a big fan of classic sci-fi, new sci-fi, speculative fiction, memoirs, and #books packed with useful information. I'm on the hunt for an entire set of encyclopedia, as I'm increasing my useful paper book collection. My TV choices tend toward #StarTrek, British comedy, and documentaries about weird cults/religions.
I'm very literal, and my sense of humor is very dry. I cut my teeth on 1970s #Doonesbury, to give you and idea of what I mean.
I am a weird combination of mostly vegan/vegetarian, but I do eat some chicken -- and the eggs my hens produce. So figure that one out if you can. (I can't!)
I love to cuss but I am very, very bad at it.
Some things I love about Mastodon: My Au friends here, all your cat and dog and rat and plant posts, watching monster movies on Sunday nights, my Novid and Covid-cautious friends, my #MLS soccer friends, and the character limit on this new-to-me instance. Woot!
6 Apr 1630: Thomas Carew #poet appointed a gentleman of the privy chamber to Charles I #otd - shortly afterwards he became sewer-in-ordinary to the king - that is, his taster
Misalignment due.
How’s your oil?
Your own foil,
fouled when
you follow
what was lead.
Restore, patch
the work, hole
the fill. You’ll
wonder if
the process
sees fidelity, or
if trees seem
of empty form.
Often, they do.
But they know.
And they’re
always
revising.
As we freeze time,
anything solidifies.
We can carve boards
into logs, sans cogs.
Wood, oui?
Would, we.
And if we speed up
time, it reinvents
our well met selves
stacking them
as Tetris elves
or grates them
off the rind and
sprinkles them on
everything.
Say when!
Closed ledgers.
Undipped quills.
Typing writers,
stones we’re still.
Dropped from high
we may not notice.
Dropped with aim
we run with focus.
Getting going, d’etre
raisons, open ledgers
walls by masons,
built to raze them,
followed paths of
breadcrumb bedlam
Hey, hey—episode 12 is up! Come check out Plain Reading's discussion with #poet Lisa Dordal! We're talking #memory, transcendence, the #imagination, correcting misconceptions about #poetry, and more!
Single voice in the void.
Let’s avoid it.
Let’s embrace it!
It tastes of promise
and or’s. Then voices.
Room enough, sure.
Now 10 tongues of brass.
Exponential and walls
buckle. When did the
screaming start?
It’s your technique.
Effective, cacophony
incubated.
Mostly an art book, but it is paired with my poetry. 100 FULL COLOR pages. Each page is suitable for framing. Large 8.5x11in size! Hard or soft cover. High end! 80 lb paper.
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Today in Labor History April 1, 1920: T-Bone Slim's “The Popular Wobbly” was published in the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) "One Big Union Monthly." T-Bone Slim (Matti Valentin Huhta) was a Finnish-American poet, songwriter, journalist, hobo and IWW labor activist. He was a regular columnist for the Industrial Worker, Industrial Solidarity, and Industrialisti. Some of his most well-known labor songs include: The Popular Wobbly, Mysteries Of A Hobo's Life, and The Lumberjack's Prayer. His songs were sung during the Civil Rights protests of the 1960s and Noam Chomsky was a big fan. https://youtu.be/Rn_Wfydg61c
Lost the password to
my crypto poetics in
here (points). Fictions
of flowery futz-arounds
plus make rounds and
rounds inside, and no
how brown cow to let
them out now. What a
great idea, decentralized
me. One more try remains.