Epistle eight
Winter was the season they infirmed his depleted skies, the balance had chartered renewal, had Nepal ran her magazine for collective thoughts, tracing incoming institution, built the distance between geisha mouse and those symbols you maestro. The arrivals address, felt no returning exchange, property was a division of renewable grammar, the time healing manufactures were placed to the holistic rain gauge, they remind the to winter leaves, are space with capital remedies, invitations he allotted by the absolute pluralistic escarpment. Silence plateaued the word incorrect, a visual scene by echoing walls of precipitously dissolving the moment, his skies, evaporating to the renewal of winter, sisters cursive annulment rewarded, the ledger dated my removal. With those consensual words, they made the first edition, replies are the worth your alternative narration, placing the rhetoric before censorship. progressive #writing

#light #myphoto #writing
Saturday Night. January 20, 2024

Full Spectrum Light

Over the mountains and across the sea ~
Thinking of You
at a Paderborn Metal Concert,
and party lights of pink and blue.
Gemma, the Weeping Fig tree
is growing new leaves.
I start thinking about growing tomatoes,
potatoes, green beans, yellow squash,
eggplant, flowers and herbs too.
But I’m only growing older,
my hair and fingernails ~
in the light of pink and blue.

Epistle VII…

#writing

Epistle VII

You have captive of Geisha mouse, we are your perennial code of resistance, reliant by the vault of time. Appearances you achieve, exemplified by the world of importance, creativity has you a conne…

#photography #writing
Paris, France
"Our relationship has lasted for years because we were unable to ignore each other at the same time."

-Ivy Blackledge Whitfield

#newbook 💥 #mybook 🌟

As W. W. Saywer writes in his Mathematicians Delight, “The main object of this book is to dispel the fear of mathematics.”
...
“It’s no secret that knowing advanced mathematical concepts and being comfortable with learning math will open up more avenues for you as a software developer. ..."
...
The very nature of programming is mathematical.

-- from the Intro to Learn Algebra with Julia, Math for entry-level IT professionals, vol. 1

You can buy it here

P.S.: I realized that #writing and #self-publishing #math books is not going to get me anything I desire, so here's a coupon for the first of you (who read me) to get one booklet for free, in epub format. The code is the last part of the url (after the last right-slash9.
I'm not sure how this works, but I think the buyer must sign-up, sign-in and introduce the code... somewhere in the coupon page.
P.S.2: I wanted to price the booklet $5.99, but they don't allow minimum price lower than $7.99 🤷🏽

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Seven
you have captive of Geisha mouse, we are your perennial code of resistance, reliant by the vault of time. Appearances you achieve, exemplified by the world of importance, creativity has you a connective combatant of sign, visuals conclusive are temporal to a sensory self autonomously. Residing with intention, singular of thought or passivity, there belongs the interactively conclude to a sustainable exchange of reappearance, thirdly the inclusion to a benefiting other, exchanging a confidential emotive, the reward viable to solitude another in resemblance. The very contrast to captive a self worth, being the original gratitude to receive in a compensatory fashion, the external reward for your aesthetic appearances, they are unique for the time in displacement, forwarding an ethereal interaction of your creativity and another whom reward in their creativity.

A slice of compassion, saves the ridicule of an inept comparison, ego or the interacting behalf of nurture, has the weight of reply, selective to the conclusion, replicating in a suggestive could redefine a finite emotion, exclusion of the acceptance to the creative process. Imperfection is continuum, those fault lines have to the solitude, a resemblance of mind, our interjection toward indifference, the ego, to achieve in a compatible sensory to disarm the unqualified harm of experience through the personification of interjection. The reliance of a third sensory, unqualified autonomy, neglect to reward the reward of consistency, hypersensitivity through regression of displacement, a conductive that has rewarded the self, without thought forwarded to the construction of compassion.

The lining has clouded over, geisha mouse inimical of emotive reliance, reconstructs their time sequestering the liabilities of persecution, the squalor of representing those demeaning in attribution to realign time a forgone conclusion, the impasse of restorative creativity. Aligning to the products desired for, reliance the credibility of responsible accreditation, the institute of acknowledgement, the foundation required by insincerity, or present being, locative with bias compute, residence to account for cohabitation, the constitute a third introspection, myself reviewed. progressive #writing

“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul and that, I am sure, is why he does it.”
–ROALD DAHL

https://link.lithub.com/view/602ea77d180f243d6532f731k8phj.anq/5eb76d49

#books #writing #literature #authors

#caterday #art #writing #mywork

Jaguar
I escape the cage, the zoo and the circus.
I return to the jungle.
But sometimes, it takes a few years.
You have your cats. I have mine.

Artist: Frederick Stuart Church, The Black Orchid, 1907. Smithsonian American Art Museum,

Epistle VI …

The deportment placed to another rounding caretaker, six word’s demanding to a homogeneous remark, those gems remembered to trade in on genealogy, flickered them by retaining the port of destination. The rifle were to be exclaimed in documentations, geisha mouse wrote on his behalf, the bailment whispered its due by date, declaration founded a earthly incumbent latitude, disarmed the seventh epistle. Built the fencing longitude, made redundant by land fall and pastural tenure, mapping to the enclosure, a brief Terra Firma made to, by opposing husbandry, one by pastural the other, an unofficial capital ranger.

Those rangers were inaccurate, to the saddled copywriters rider, gold had no fiat currency, it reflected on their travellers wagon, stagecoach class, the ministerial codes were stockpersons, they tutorially guild. The wetnurses conveyed there story time, occupational lands of indebted humanities, procedures were to outlast the the recoiling hardship, depressions inclination toward rebuilding churches of patronage. The shipment stated no entitlements, the ranges, freehold to supersede infirmary, they quietly knighted their kin, fostered a seafaring return of gold.

On the marketplace, hand plains to shire inlets of post drawn colonial carts, the introduction of a shared accommodation, the recommend of a affluent signage. Post induction a sharpshooter, the market placed no return by his repeated recoil, the costly life of a balanced inherent, they drove the rabbit to the fielding proxy, an ask was articulated for the fauna, the rabbits tenure as landfall, remained to a dramatic clergy, the envelope denied a plausible bibliophile a letter of intention, they refuted a referendum, the Monsieur a token third social movement.

Alacrity enveloped the standby commuter, the clergies tokens were relived, wafer and stain, they tagged Samuel Rabbit to the impending lands, a nutritional authority the Monsieur increased assurances, geisha mouse wouldn’t count. They subdivide the fencing a priority, enlisted those armaments to winter, our hearth, chocolate-milk was first stage priority, withheld by Samuel’s measures, the music danced in attuning season; geisha mouse were implicated by their reconstructing numbers, those binary of prime numbers, those numerals to space and time.

Binary in time, Geisha mouse were ever to have attained the symmetrical balance of inheritance, they recount their symbolic assemblance through imposing time has the loupe of a binary count too primary numerals. The pending Earth cratered a substantial intermittence, the secondary inclusion fore hearth, Geisha mouse, including those appalling words, the sentence chided a speaker the fortuitous answer, the leading question could not reply. Progressive #writing ©️

Epistle VI

The deportment placed to another rounding caretaker, six word’s demanding to a homogeneous remark, those gems remembered to trade in on genealogy, flickered them by retaining the port of dest…

#writing #mywork #breakfast
January 9, 2024. Tuesday: 6:34 AM. Mountain Time.

A Bittersweet Breakfast

Oh, dear. I forgot to tell the maid,
I can't eat even a few bites of a
poppy seed muffin.
I get dizzy and fall over asleep.
Darn those poppy seed dreams!
A few drops of honey to sweeten
the bitter brew tea ~
and the bitter brew of life.

Dutch startup Nuwa claims to have invented the world’s most advanced smart pen that writes on plain paper

Nuwa plans to launch the device this March. The Groningen-based company today announced a fresh cash injection of €1.5mn to boost the development of the product, which uses an inbuilt camera system, motion sensors, and algorithms to capture text written on paper.

Nuwa is targeting the product at people who still enjoy writing with a pen and pad, as the device writes on plain paper using regular ink cartridges. So, it is a fully normal writing experience.

To digitise the text, the system uses three tiny cameras with 2mm x 2mm sensors. All the data is then processed directly on the device. It exports to PDF, SVG and more formats will be announced.

So, like my previous post today, many will wonder where the data goes. Does is export directly from the local device/app to where you want it, or is someone watching the cameras? If I point my pen at someone, will it take spy photos? We’ll probably only know more of this detail after the device has been released and tested by others.

Their website’s privacy policy does though state that they collect and process personal information in strict compliance with Dutch law (i.e. EU laws). This is stated as personal sales and contact information, not the data that you produce with the device.

But with its normal price being US$373 it’s possible also that it pays for itself through the sale of the device, and not the sale of the data.

The Nuwa Pen does not require a subscription to work. However, the optional subscription (priced at $2.99/month) covers the costs associated with advanced features like Augmented Notes and Text Conversion, and this will likely require data to be passed to a cloud service for processing. So, it’s important to note that what you are getting locally is merely a digital scan of what is written. The subscription cost covers any conversion to text.

See https://thenextweb.com/news/newa-pen-smart-pen-launch-march
#Blog, #gadget, #technology, #writing

#france #vintage #photography #writing #mywork
Photograph: Paris, France. 1925

Grief
Grief is when love had no place to go ~
but sometimes it roams around in old Paris.

#writing #photography
January 7, 2024; Sunday

Falling in love..
No! No!
Sprouting wings ~
Before I crash and burn.

#doodle #writing #mywork
**Doodle in Pink*
Paper Shedding. I noticed this doodle on a sheet of paper where I had been scribbling the raw basis of a poem. I cut it out.
Scribbled.
"I know it is all a big, impossible mess. I get headaches trying to figure out what to do. I walk the floor over you. I can't sleep.
I'm a wreck. I can't shake the feeling. It's still a big shock to me that you even exist!! I would know you in the blink of an eye. It has shaken me to the core, and I've had to rethink all that I've thought about most everything."

No telling what that turned into, or what year it was. Hhahaha! Some things are just better left to myself. But first I have to begin with strong thoughts and feelings. Then, get it down, and get it down, to clear thoughts, with a feeling, then there's the spelling and grammar.

#writing #mywork

FAULT-LINE
I was in Germany and it rained,
and rained and rained and flooded.
It's still raining.
I swam to Japan.
Then I swan from Japan to China.
There was an earthquake in China.
I swam back to Japan.
I looked at a map and stopped by Australia ~
I wondered what Tectonic Plate was under Australia.
I swam to America to a desert in the mountains.
I'm sitting on an earthquake fault line.
On Sunday I read Revelations, about wars and earthquakes.
On Monday there was an earthquake in Japan.

#trains #writing #mywork

**Train People*
There are Train People, and then there’s everyone else.
From a thousand miles away ~
Train People can hear a whistle blow, and know it's time
to pack up and go.*

#writing #mywork
December 27, 2023
LOST DREAM

Excuse me. I’m looking for my Sweet Dream. I woke up and it’s gone.
I went back to sleep, and searched everywhere for it.
There’s nothing left behind, not even a slim thread of hope.
Now, I’m in The Land of Lost Dreams.
Well, I’ve lost dreams before. I’ve lost everything before -
except my life, and angels who watch over me…
I’ve started over again, with nothing but a cardboard box ~
with a few things inside of it.
Then, I lost the cardboard box.

#weather #photography #writing
December 21, 2023

Weather or Not
*Over the mountains
and across the sea~
Thinking of you ~
in the rain, sunshine
and when it’s windy.

Here, there is nothing,
only little leaves dropping dead.
They fall from City, designer trees.
They lie still where they landed.

#diaspora #writing #mywork
DIASPORA
Inherited Lands and People

I'm alone but I walk with a multitude of relatives.
There’s a light streak in my hair.
I’ve inherited the trait from my French grandfather.

It was passed down to all his children, and to me,
from my mother. I also walk with her feet.
But not in her footsteps.

From old photographs and records I see that
I’m a combinations of many family lines and races.
French, English, Irish, Hebrew and an ancient
Scottish line that goes back centuries.
Even Scythian warriors who roamed the
Mediterranean Sea and conquered lands.
In dreams I’m aiming and shooting arrows.

Before the American Revolution in 1765,
during the African Slave Trade era in America,
a North Carolina plantation slave owner fathered
a boy child with a slave woman.
That boy child and his mother are also my relatives.

My skin is lily white, my eyes are green,
but I have inherited some African ways from long ago.
There’s an African way of ‘sharing’ within me.
I love and feel music that Africans have created.

I can endure hard, physical and mental labor,
and being treated badly.
I can endure difficult circumstances in life.
Even so, gentlemen open doors for me as if I were a queen.

My spirit and I are not crushed.
When I come to you, I don’t arrive alone.
I bring all my relatives and their lands with me.
You bring all of your inherited lands and people with you.
We’re a crowd!! How wonderful!
Let’s smile, kiss and hug, and dance.

#writing #mywork
December 19, 2023

Something New and Interesting

Oh. I know.

If we lived together, day in and day out ~
You would soon grow tired and bored with me.
You would think, "Is this all there is?"
Never satisfied. Never satisfied with what you have.
Solomon had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines.
They led him astray.
I'm not about to jump through circus rings of fire
to keep you entertained.

You would go out in search of someone new and interesting.
I would watch you walk out the door.
Then, I would turn around three times in the living room
and transform myself.
In a flash, I would be where you go.
You would think. "Oh! What is this!!"
"She looks like something new and interesting."