A trail near a lake called Burnt Lake. Might be a little hard to see on a phone.This is the trunk of an old growth tree. There not many of them left. They look a little different than other trees.
WordPress handles spam messages well. However, there used to be spam written by bots that I miss. They were so entertaining that I would regularly read them. Now that AI alleviates grammar conundrums, these funny miscues have all but disappeared. Here’s a few of the old ones I received and my responses to them.
“My salad has done better this summer but just in the last couple of months when the weather improved.” –I’m so happy to hear your salad is doing better. I was worried!
“You know a complete lot its almost hard to argue along.”-You’re right. Don’t argue along. That would be taking my side, and I know a complete lot.
“I’ve got much clear idea concerning from this post” –I’m glad you’ve got much clear idea concerning, because I’m much confused idea concerning your message.
“Why people still make use of to read newspapers when in this technological globe the whole thing is available on web?” –Things are indeed strange in this technological globe. I tend to read newspapers, because they hire “real” journalists.
“This enables that you simply much better picture of how your business is creating. We are all human beings.” –I’m glad to hear we’re all human beings. I was beginning to wonder.
“These pieces really set a standard in the indrytus.” –I am so happy I’m setting standards somewhere.
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“This was so helpful and easy! Do you have any articles in rehab?” –Well, unfortunately, a couple of them have checked in. I heard they were doing well in editing.
“Hey hey hey, take a gardener to what’ you’ve done.” –That’s a great idea. I’ve never thought about inviting one.
“That’s a posting full of ingiths!” –I know. I’m full of good ingiths.
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“If you’re looking to buy these articles, make it way easier.” –Mmmh? I’ve never thought about buying my own posts. That indeed is easier. There, I just gave myself 10 bucks. Woo Hoo!!!
“Thanks for spending time on the computer (wiritng) so others don’t have to.” –You’re welcome! I think?
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“I like to party, not look arcleits up online. You made it happen.” –I’m glad I made that happen. I wouldn’t want you to resort to looking up arcleits online and keep on partying!
“It is possible (and frequently done) to build over 200k crop armies (aka, World Wonder armies) from a six cropper.” –What? I mean…what?
“Why does this have to be the ONLY reliable source? Oh well, gi!” –What can I say? Poetry is most reliable source ever. That’s all you need to know. Ain’t no gi about it.
“I’m making posts about scientific explanations behind everyday ––appearances.” –I knew there was something weird behind everyday appearances. Thanks for providing scientific explanations for this unsolved mystery.
“Stretching is discomfort.” –I’ve told my cat the very same thing! However, he doesn’t listen and keeps on stretching! He looks comfortable doing it though.
AI’s first attempts were crude and frequently you would receive a busy signal. Boldly exit where no reader has gone before (Just watch your step).
When the Willamette River meets the Columbia River, the latter breaks up and forms a delta of islands until it converges downstream. (A clue? Is this poem really a murder ballad?)The Clackamas River near an interesting little town named Three Lynx.
April is still cruel And this city? Still unreal. The snow will melt Daffodils will bloom Arrows will still fly Even Cupid shoots them With awkward aim
Are we mistaken to listen to the wind? That whisperer that works Its way between warm clothing ...Tickles, biting softly On the ends of our touch Imprinting its song on our necks.
“I would have never thought You would become my lover Having passed you In the hallway a thousand times Among the smell of floor wax Cafeteria food, and The slamming of locker doors. ...Excuse me I’m younger than that”
Now, in the city of Yonder Stands our orphan With his gun Walking along the edges Of an eternity of assumptions The quickest way to freeze Us into madness...oh, do not Ask what is it? Even Dorothy killed two witches And I swear The sky has been etherized.
For I have known it, known it all Have known evenings, mornings Afternoons Have known The familiarity of strangers My nose buried in their bosom Of warm, warm skin, bared to Gravity, orbit, & galaxies Moving...moving... Moving
“What a Sunday drive it was Unplanned, without directions. The heat of summer blew Into our rolled down windows”
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider.
In this poem, I abstracted lines of famous poems and lyrics to shape my own poem out of them. Along with the poem I added on of my abstract images. Thanks!
Click on this image to hear the music composition _Landscapes_. (Blue hour on Mt. Tabor)
The rate of speed in which we travel is unprecedented in human history. To think that for around one hundred years we have been able to speed through urban and rural spaces. These 100 years are a brief moment in comparison to our combined history.
When I started to compose _Landscapes_, I initially thought of modernism and postmodernism in basic forms. The first pertaining to new systems. The latter pertaining to dismantling of systems. And it came to me that our modernisms are a story of movement, and this movement is accelerating. We’ve traveled through both eras, quickly. Our perception of the world (_Landscapes_) has been altered to perceive it at a different rate of velocity. Different perceptions lead to different conclusions. No wonder people are always telling one another to slow down. I question whether that’s even possible.
_Landscapes_ is a composition of movement, of acceleration, of viewing landscapes at an ever-increasing rate of perception.
Click on the image above or the image link to Soundcloud below to listen. Thanks so much!
Mountains and hills have their own weather. You can see in the distance on Tillamook Head, it’s raining on an otherwise blue sky day.
Underneath the bridge Old bricks Hold onto streets Unaffected by wind Weather fronts Rolling tires
We walk them as Train tracks slice through Gazing at high grass Growing between the mortar During a downpour of days And the cold slant of weeks
There are others there Tents, rigs, and schizophrenia Blue tarps & wagon carts Their bikes Ride rough Over the bricks
Waiting for trains to pass We still watch the grass Bent by the weight of seeds Swaying with the train’s draft Raindrops, faces, and reflections On Amtrak windows
Further up The streets throw away Their numbers Taking on names Of everyone in particular Where bricks give way To multi-layered pavement And rainwater moves easily Into green street planters
Frozen Lake Pamelia in early January 2025Mt. Jefferson poking its head up into the sun from the dark forested bowl of Lake Pamelia.Kitty footprints. There were a few tracks near the lake. That’s a big meow.
