Tuesday, January 31, 2006

beatniks

I am contemplating trying to publish a book of poems. I would like to try to publish a short story, but unfortunately I only have enough creative energy to write poems. They seem to be relatively and easy to write, but are great in potency. I hope to self publish the work, and actually make something worth reading. Probably in digital format. Hopefully people will buy it, and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to make enough money to publish it in hard back. That would be pretty cool anyway. Who knows, I don't know to many people who read poetry anymore, but maybe, just maybe there is a coffee house out there with thousands of beatniks who are just dying for some good readings.
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Friday, January 06, 2006

tempus volat hora fugit

"time speeds while the hour escapes" what profound words, which echo in the halls of men. Time is slipping through the hands of man, even as he desperately tries to reach for meaning. How can we possibly find ourselves at the hands of merciless men, and yet hold on to hope. It is beyond me that we should each live such desperate lives bereft of happiness, and behooved by complacency.