perhaps it is only
because i am tired,
if so
i have been tired
for a very long time
but i have not
been able to dream
those kinds of dreams
in a very long while, or
i realize those dreams
were never meant
for me
so i carve them away
with rust-pitted blades
at the end of a tired
long day
watching dreams
slip down the drain
tired long
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Hei, Skogkatter — 25jul26
Well, everyone is settling in just fine. One of my older cats would probably be jealous that I am allowing the new guys into my office, but there is an element of training me as much as these two on that — I had a bad experience with losing electronic gear to investigative gnawing and I have to get the courage to accept that I can train them to not chew such things.
As promised, here are some photos done on a higher quality camera with some software lighting and color corrections. They were both thoroughly played out when I took these photos earlier and they became comatose shortly thereafter. It was the only way to get the to sit still.
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Hei, Skogkatter — 24jul26
It’s been a long day, but everyone is settling in their new home. Pictures are incoming, I just want to get a handful more to choose from before posting anything,
Two and a half hours drive, more time than intended or expected getting to know everyone — cats and breeders —Three hours drive back (rush hour) and a full evening of acclimating. First, alone in the basement. Then doing a switcheroo and acclimating alone in the main level of the rambler.
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Hei, Skogkatter — 24jul26
knowing, of sorts
i hold to storm sky and
give to barrow flint
recalling all these
dreams i am, knapped
to a razors' edge
at the scrape of bone
chill, cast shattered
each wonton drop
for the fell heather,
scree to quench the day
i ache to not
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Sure thing, Boss…
We’re game. Where’re we headin’?
Tomorrow threatens to be interesting.
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bramble gate
down along that night river
just a wee drink to forget
boots wet at the bank
with these soles worn thin
maybe, baby, i'm never
gonna find my way back
from this bramble gate
cos two coins, i have, and
some lives like mine are
bought on the cheap
cats laughing in lead*
as they swap laps, boiling
from red vinyl seats
in a wrinkled mirror—
searing way down
already, i am ready
to burn october, and
maybe, baby, i don't
want to find my way
back to the place
where i come from* the Pb type; ask Robert Plant about it if confused
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Hardware
I recently decided to take the plunge and get a hardware synth to stop my dallying and futzing around with software emulation of synths.
For several years now, I’ve intended to lean less on pre-loaded patches and work on an understanding towards how a patch is created from the basic soundwave (sine, saw, square, pulse, etc.) and massaged into the sounds you hear in music — whether it is someone like Depeche Mode or cinema’s Vangelis.
I have played with the software synths on my digital audio workbench (DAW), and purchased a few other software variants in an attempt to find something that “clicks” with this wee walnut I store where most folks store a brain.
Not a one clicked.
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dollhouse
Picture this, I said by way of gestures, and less of word:
dreamscapes & lemondrops
discomfitures & dollhouse memory
(i dress pretty one day)
over tea, biscuits, the telly
and her rye
(always, there is rye)
keepsake those now,
those nicotine bones,
those tar stained ivories
all in tow with the
mustperfumed gingham of a
silent generation
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night train
scratches stand testament
to an erosion of caring
transients in many lives
only too happy to cast scars
before they hop aboard
the next night train
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Half-penny thoughts — 20jul26
Giving name to a musical project should be easy, right?
No. It never is.
It’s worse than naming a character in your story. Or a fictional place.
Everyone should be named Bruce and Sheila, and everyone should live on Main Street in Greenville. Sometimes I even write stories with placeholders like that.
See how simple that was?
But if I want to start a musical project… Eeesh. All the good ideas are taken.
I swear this is the absolute truth.
I bet there’s even a band named “Bruce and Sheila” (google tells me there are gospel groups performing under that name — several of them, in fact — so there goes that idear).
If you were starting a band that did coldwave/darkwave music, what would you call it? Be silly. Be creative. Be deadpan serious. I honestly want to see your ideas below. It could be educational. I’ll even give you kickbacks after my first half-million if I use it.
I’m sure Greenville is probably taken and isn’t all that coldwave, so don’t suggest it, please.
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