i will go
back to
those words
i know or
make up
new ones
wholesale
who needs
bitter lies
anyway
at giving grounds
gone by way
of shadow & wind
in swaying sheaves
gold gather the fields
low the stone walls
that let creeks
still run through
is that frost i hear?
creeping bone within
giving grounds knelt
at boulder trees grown
rock tripe in grey & blue
lay down plates
come gentle the rain
as they do
moor songs, mere
awash with that
salt hueTo like, click comments or:
at giving grounds
Half-penny Thoughts — 18aug26
At risk of sounding like I am a broken record myself, I am still pondering the idea of what makes a form of artistic expression (music, writing, etc.) “unique” as opposed to “derivative”.
I make it no secret that I employ AI for exploring ideas, philosophy and personal education (i.e., “How do I construct a coldwave synth pad on my Hydrasynth? What wave types on my three oscillators, envelope and LFO settings would help me get that sweeping ‘icy’ sound?” or “Explain to me the Sámi cosmologic worldview as currently understood and correcting for Christian bias in the written records. Point out the suspect areas and provide scholarly references for further review. Do not rely on information gathered from unsupported or unreferenced statements.”
Things like that. AI is really good at collecting information quickly and doing a darned fine job of filtering it when you give the right instructions. Plus, no ads.
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Half-penny Thoughts — 18aug26
Half-penny Thoughts — 17aug26
I was thinking about narrative and the phrase “there are no new tales left to tell” and its myriad variations.
Looking into it, someone was suggesting writing in “the quiet, eerie margins” was a writing space left largely untapped. Described as: “It is the difference between a sudden, violent storm (the loud center) and the heavy, electric stillness in the air just before the barometer drops (the quiet margin).”
Of course, I’m curious about your thoughts.
Are there truly no new tales left to tell? Is everything derivative? Can you think of a story that doesn’t have an easy analogue?
Or, how would you interpret writing “in the quiet, eerie margin”? Do you have a different description or opinion? Where would you start if you were writing in/of the margin?
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Half-penny Thoughts — 17aug26
casting runes — 17aug26
sowilo insight at sharp claws, sharper teeth a hint of lemons— how shall we name our many ghosts?
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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casting runes — 17aug26
today, i will fox
cool under leaf shadow
flicker of sun of shine
bright against black loam
stretching pale under
fibre and web and green
let detritus weave the hair
to carry back on den
today, i will fox and they
can pretend i am mad —
i will laugh because
laughter is easier
than arguing
instead:
i bark the night
with finger roots digging
flame through humus
i ring too-green lawns
come morning
burning naked
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today, i will fox
well deep unwrought
i well deep this in
unwrought stone
grow moss long
at evergloam
naught but echo
keening of mouth
howling of heart
brittle, broken,
ravaged & worn
here of my well deep
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well deep unwrought
no new tales
it blurs into mediocrity
as yellow-edged pages
feather to glitched pixel &
stories melt to meta
with every twist of the
knotted hangman’s trope
it may have become truth
laid out in black & white:
perhaps, there are
no new tales to tell
but do try.To like, click comments or:
no new tales
opinions, problems and solutions
I’m tired of opinions presenting themselves as, “I have an opinion, and because it’s my opinion, it is the Truth or the only correct opinion one should have.”
Or opinions in search of a problem.
I’m tired of problems too. I’d like to hear more solutions.
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opinions, problems and solutions
burnt offerings
ready to put
it all to flame
smudge my face
with the ashes
and tattoo
what remainsTo like, click comments or:
burnt offerings
