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“I’m not afraid of ugly. Many of the poets I follow paint a picture of the world that is black and red. Not beautiful, but a slap in the face. Screaming wake up. In their posts there is no hate, just truth.”

The Other Stuff

When I hit follow, I mean it.

Many WordPress users follow blogs simply to get a follow back. To boost their numbers. I understand this. Because it happens to me so infrequently, getting a follower is like a small hit of crack. A rush.

Topping a milestone, 100, 200, etc, is something more. But I don’t really know what because it’s only happened to me once. A few months ago, I bypassed one hundred followers. And I’m now one away from two hundred.

I won’t trade for follows. I don’t want my reader filled with unreadable content. For the most part, I don’t want to read about travel or makeup or restaurants in a city I’m not planning to visit. I don’t want to read about books I’ll never read. Or movies I’m not going to watch.

I want to read about people. I want to read about goals…

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That Was Quick!

Another great piece of imaginative fiction from author Scott Michael Stenwick.

S C O T T   M I C H A E L   S T E N W I C K

My new science fiction novella The Pathless Void is now available to buy from Amazon and Smashwords. If you’re a fan of old-school science fiction, check it out. I think you will like it.

As an aside, I think this is the first story I’ve ever published anywhere that doesn’t have anything paranormal in it whatsoever, unless you count speculative future technology and a salvaged alien spacecraft. But there are no spells or psychic powers or anything like that, just aliens and tech. Enjoy!

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Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

We all could do *much worse than hang out with a Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha. Seem too good to be true, friends? Well, just check it out and you’ll become a believer.

Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

I’m wheeling through the blackness of space, humming to myself in Transcendental Enochian, picking and eating a few stars here, a few asteroids there…I pass by Andromeda and sidle up to her.  “Wassap ‘Droms?  You wanna merge black holes?  Mine is WAY bigger than the other—” she cuts me off with:  “Ew—no.  Leave me alone Kent.  Your galactic spheroids gross me out.  I’m gonna go see what Milky Way’s up to.”  Andromeda whisks away and I yell out, “Milky Way isn’t even his real name—it’s a porn name!  Anyone can see that!  He’s gonna leave a mess all over your face, neck, and chest!  Geez, how obtuse ARE you??”  She raises one of her spiral arms at me and gives me an obscene gesture.  Gamora’s boobies, what do I do now?  The supermassive black hole at the center of my body is throbbing and it needs to MERGE dammit!  The…

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Your Body Is Your Universe

Homage and Salutations to the Wonderous Gift that is Your Body. Read this one and be amazed.

Poetry and Writings - A Mind

Praise the muscles that hold you up

Treat the messengers of our nervous system kindly

Enjoy the rise and fall of your lungs

And the everlasting beat of your heart

Because it’s all you’ve ever known

Since you came into this world

You’ll depart before hearing it stop

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Imagine being a flower

Turning to images this week, over words and this one is a must see from Janet Weight Reed. My favorite colors in watercolor and gouache, and such a lovely, skillful hand in all of it.

My Life as an Artist (2)

Watercolour/gouache20-11-15 - 1 (1069)“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind.    The real you is loving, joyful, and free.    The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.”     Don Miguel Ruiz

A Bientôt

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Real-Life Vampires?

Wow! I wonder what the implications would be if this passed clinical trials? A fountain of youth, perhaps?

Moonfire Publishing

According to Jesse Karmazin, founder of a new startup called Ambrosia, Elizabeth Bathory came tantalizingly close to discovering the fountain of youth. Bathory is considered the most prolific serial killer in history, and her story inspired many popular vampire tales. Bathory believed that she could keep herself young by bathing in the blood of young women. But apparently her problem was the whole bathing thing, which doesn’t actually do anything. To get results, Bathory should have injected the blood instead.

At the Recode conference in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, Jesse Karmazin, who leads the small biotech startup Ambrosia, told New Scientist that he had positive results from a preliminary trial injecting older patients with younger plasma,the liquid part of blood that doesn’t contain any cells. A month after receiving a transfusion of young plasma, Karmazin says, participants had fewer chemical biomarkers indicative of heart disease, Alzheimer’s, and certain types…

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Mail Art Call – Commemorating Raoul Hausman, Dadaist

One of the most intriguing mail art calls I’ve found in some time, the Raoul Hausmann Anniversary Project’s theme is A Kingdom for Dada. You might have guessed that Raoul was a dadaist in his time. Austrian born, he moved to Germany with his family at the age of fourteen. He co-founded Club Dada in […]

via Monday Morning Mail Art Call: Raoul Hausmann — Trash Bubbles and Life’s Little Bits

“Verde que te quiero verde”

Today is the birthdate of playwright and poet Federico Garciá Lorca, born in1898 in Fuente Vaqueros, near Granada in Spain.

Federico on Poets.org

In 1936, García Lorca was staying at Callejones de García, his country home, at the outbreak of the Civil War. He was arrested by Franquist soldiers, and on August 19, after a few days in jail, soldiers took García Lorca to “visit” his brother-in-law, Manuel Fernandez Montesinos, the Socialist ex-mayor of Granada whom the soldiers had murdered and dragged through the streets. When they arrived at the cemetery, the soldiers forced García Lorca from the car. They struck him with the butts of their rifles and riddled his body with bullets. His books were burned in Granada’s Plaza del Carmen and were soon banned from Franco’s Spain.

“…never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.”

 

Good Morning!

Shaver Park Morning

Oh you fair elixir of life!

Dark, sensuous vitality in a cup

How I love thee!

 

You make me to perk my up

Your steam enlivens the nostrils.

The eye beholds you – rare cocoa jewel,

Beefy-brown, and boisterous.

 

O Come, you Herald,

You King of my Day and

Bring me once again

The pulsing joy of all lertness

The warming tang of you

Caresses lips and toungue

Dispells the witchery of night

 

With your essence coursing,

I arise like a joyful warrior

Glad am I to feel you with me

Your liquid warmth a steadying hand

Sweeping away the golden slumbers

And shaking off the gloom of night.