Oh, really?

I've been picking up quite a speed lately - at blogging, that is. If I manage to finish this piece in less than fifteen minutes it will make it solid-one-a-day blog. I wish I had at least that many hits, though.

Of course, the afore mentioned intensity takes its roots in the begginer's enthusiasm. I wonder when the velocity of my submissions begins to cut down. I am fairly sure it will some day.

I also looked up some poetry sites today - I thought if I submitted some number there it may eventually lead to some attention finally (though it's just been less than three days since I started the blog). Armed with Google, it took me next to no time at all. But the bunch of them websites looks like they were last updated even before the dotcom boom. Maybe I just clicked on the wrong ones, I don't know. But I didn't submit nothing nowhere. That means it made this website quite exclusive, I reckon.

It's certain at this moment I won't make it till midnight as it's a new day already. The overblogging problem seems easier to sort out now. Well, that is, unless I write another entry in 23 hours and 44 minutes. 43.

There I go, making God laugh by revealing my plans again. But then, there's not many things worth a good laugh after all. Here's today's subject to creativity anyway. 10-7.

Summer

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Oh, summer, so hot and windy

And me and my girlfriend Mindy

(You're right, it is a very nice name!)

We get up late

The sun will wait

dedicated to Eddy Grant

There's no coming back, is there?

You've probably read a lot of short stories. And you probably know there's even more of those you haven't. This is one of them:

(p.s. I make it up as I write, so have mercy I beg you)

To live and to leave, part one
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There are flats and there are apartments. There are houses and there are mansions. There are buildings and there are constructions. Solid structures. Pillars of living. Keepers of furniture. There's many of them and in one of the many lived a man not completely unknown to his neighbourghs. They said hello's and hi's when he passed them by and he replied with howyoudoin's and approving nods.
"Hello there!"
"How you doin', man?"
"All right, all right! What's going on up there in 17b, Jonathan?"
That is Jonathan's claim to a solid strucure, a pillar of living - 17B.
"Oh, not much. All as usual, don't you know."
It's just a furniture keeper after all.
"Well, keep it goin' anyway, buddy!"
"I'm trying, I tell you that!"
Hellothere laughs.
"I see, I see."
"I'll be off then, see you later!"
"See you, see you."
Jonathan nods and leaves. Act finished. Exit habitat - exit habits.


Obviously, some short stories are too long.

And so it begins...

Now, this here blog ain't got no concrete ambition. That is, all of you who are actually reading these lines are quite welcome to forget them. Let them slip your minds, let them crumble under the information pressure - this here blog has no particular intention to linger.

Now, there's an honest approach... some would say. Not that this here blog cares too much about any of them opinions. It does not. I do. But I quite ain't this here blog.

Now, you might have observed observed a tendency of this here blog to grow sillier with every line. And as you might have already guessed as well, it strangely tends to begin every paragraph with the word "now". Having considered these findings, it is up to you, dear reader, to decide whether to go on or get off. Improvement may be promised, yet hardly guaranteed.

Now... (sorry)

What I am trying to say (well, write) is that by lowering your expectation now you may happen to be pleasantly surprised later. That's my final advice. At least final in this paragraph. That's a promise, not a guarantee, though.

I wrote at the beginning of this post that there's no definite aim to this blog. Well, maybe I'll think of one in due time but for now the premise of this piece of binary land remains simple all right - to exist. It is so painfully easy to express one's self these days that it has become increasingly tough not to get lost among all those expressed selves and remaining silent and detached often gives you larger deal of attention than any action taken.

Why adding another personal expression into the pot, then? Well, that is a question I am not able to answer yet. When a blog attracts attention, mere audience is a reason for continuity. When it fails to do so, it is up to the blogger to decide. I'll try to keep this blog from getting forsaken. A little interest from potential readers may prove very helpful in this seemingly humble endeavour. And even if the readership stays at zero level, which it probably will, perhaps I will at least find out about the meaning of it all and gladly share this information.

Indeed, so far this introduction hasn't quite explained what I actually intend to publish here to attract attention. Now, that's just kind of a dim projection yet. Well, if you by some sort of weird unimaginable accident got as far as this sentence, let me give you a hint or two. Following are two of my... well, poems. Don't take their poetic quality for granted, though. I ain't no Robert Frost. Even so, here they are; read, mock, praise, react, send your own - thanks for reading anyway.


miss
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miss usa tumbled.
missed a step.
breast implants humbled.
teeth gapped.

miss usa swayed.
lame duck.
some say: shit!
she said: fuck!


A hymn? To what?
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Cases unfolded,
Instruments are out.
Attendants hold it,
Settles the crowd.

Once it sits down
And chairs bent readily,
Silence comes round,
And so heavily.

The mass may begin,
Conductor points to the sky -
Concerto in X minor, herein,
Op. 27, "Live and let die".