Dreaming About the Software

Not sure I’m ready to write poetry about it yet, but I’ve been working 60 hour weeks on a software project at work – installing some new software. One of the recurring themes with the software, and one that’s taking many people at work a great deal to get used to, is the fact that the software now touches on every department of the company, whereas the old accounting software just did the billing and purchase orders after everyone got through pushing the product around the building.

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First post in quite some time

Is the type of throat clearing
they tell you not to do in workshops – the coughing phlegm
of a lawn mower first cranked in spring, after priming the bowl
and yanking on the rope until your shoulders ache and
you sweat and curse, tired before any work is done.

Still Alive Placeholder post

It’s been a tough week for writing. My half-hearted attempt to post something every day in April (I almost made it!) used up some mojo, or something. I keep having ideas, but they’re not gelling enough to go public with them (and regular readers know that’s a low standard for me).

On the gadget front, I bought a Bluetooth keyboard for my beloved iPad, so that may help matters some. I’m typing on it now! Isn’t it exciting! Do my characters look different!

Raw Material

A customer tries to buy shirts with “a boiled cotton scent that reminds him of his grandmother.”

A famed conductor agrees to create a music festival with definite Aryan overtones, I can see from the poster for it that the clarinet mouthpieces they use are impossible to play. I am horrified by the fact that the orchestra would do this. The conductor assures me privately that the project is like “subtly digging an obnoxious guest you have in your own home.”

I wake up wondering if these two things, and an even vaguer memory of another transaction where I stand wondering if I’ve already paid, or should pay, for something I’m not even sure I still have, have any threads of connection I could braid into some kind of poem.

I lay awake wondering if I can make it from the bed to the point of writing it down without losing it all, like carrying a handful of oil.

First iPad post

My fingers keep trying to feel for a keyboard that isn’t really there

but the image of it responds somewhat as if it is.

I say somewhat because it’s like driving over an icy road

which  sometimes turns into a bridge without warning,

sometimes changes in unexpected context.

I eke out a corrected 10 WPM,

giddy as when I first logged onto a BBS.

This strangely neglected blog

Moved to another house about 2 months ago now, and it’s knocked the wind out of my creative efforts. At least this one. I promise to get back to full steam by the time the holidays are over. The slowing of the work pace (and the gradual coalescence of the house and the stuff therein) is gradually getting me to think about writing pomes, at least.

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