Romantic comedy
Such is the richness of information technology these days that I just ’stumbled upon’ something on my computer, not 3 months old, written in my own hand, yet still somehow new to me! Time flies! Some gibberish I wrote about SpaceFairy.
And I had vowed, more-or-less, not to write poems about women anymore, because they are rarely – no, never – worth that level of praise. O the folly of man… yet there is still something awfully alluring about romance, not to mention sentimentality, isn’t there?
A load of blogs
Not for the first time, I have started a new blog – my Facebook Research Blog. The idea with it will be a lot more specific than any I’ve started previously: rather than my inane ramblings about nothing in particular, it’ll be focussed solely on psychological research concerned with Facebook, of which there isn’t much, but it is increasing. I find it all very interesting, both professionally and personally, though the less said about the latter, the better …
I am pretty sure that the market for poetry these days is infinitesimally small, and am even surer that that market is wholly dominated by failed and fanstastically pathetic poets.
All of which only matters if you are a poet who cares about the ‘market’, in which case I daresay you aren’t a poet at all.
For my part, I continue to write and have uploaded two more here at the bottom of the page. As yet these are still quite old, but I do hope that I will be soon in ‘real time’, but not yet.
Pas la première fois
Shaving time
I’ve been feeling rather strange of late. I have oodles of time on my hands, and although I have a certain amount of work on my hands, I have been able to do very little of it. Give work to a busy person, as they say.
So, I’ve been trying to pull myself together, without much success. Busy doing nothing, so much so that I rarely leave the house, and have let a substantial amount of facial hair grow, out of some kind of too busy/too lazy bullshit. I need a good kick up the arse, basically.
So I’ve just shaved my head. Very tight, very tight indeed.
Correspondence
There’s no point in me beating about the bush on this one: I am absolutely terrible at replying to emails. Days, weeks, months – years even – can slip by before I get around responding. I don’t know how other people do it. Facebook too, I’m bloody awful.
I do try, honestly I do, but as time goes by, and I come in contact with more people, my problem increases exponentially. (This isn’t an apology, by the way, nor an excuse, just an explanation). And there’s no selectivity to it – it’s everyone, from old friends, to new acquaintances, colleagues – the lot.
It might have something to do with being a teacher, and erstwhile writer – I do like to have my text ‘just so’, and correspondence falls precisely in that category. I can’t hurry it, or it’ll end up wrong.
How do I blog then? Narcissism, and safety in the belief that no-one reads it!