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When You are Old
WB Yeats

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

That is so beautiful thank you :kiss:
 
hope everyone is fit and well.

the weather down here is beautiful and it's good to get out and about wandering in the bush. the beaches are calling, so i'm going to have to go paddling soon.

:rose:
 
hope everyone is fit and well.

the weather down here is beautiful and it's good to get out and about wandering in the bush. the beaches are calling, so i'm going to have to go paddling soon.

:rose:

Brrrrrr I've just turned the heating on was warmer earlier on though with bright sunshine but there was a hard frost last night so can wave goodbye to any plants that weren't protected
 
hope everyone is fit and well.

the weather down here is beautiful and it's good to get out and about wandering in the bush. the beaches are calling, so i'm going to have to go paddling soon.

:rose:

Hey!
Doing pretty good, yeah, pretty good, no complaints that could be called major, just the usual on again and off again affairs with certainties old and new, and then back to uncertainties old and new - what to do, where to go, how to do what and where to go to do it, and why or why not to do whatever wherever. But that's nothing new, and is really small change in the real deal department of complaints. Life's really quite good (shhh).
 
Brrrrrr I've just turned the heating on was warmer earlier on though with bright sunshine but there was a hard frost last night so can wave goodbye to any plants that weren't protected

I've had to put a jacket on sometimes when I go out, and now long pants more suitable for kicking about the house, but A/C was on just an hour ago.
 
Now I'm remembering.

As I think I've said now and then, I like all kinds of stuff, and am more interested in playing around than mastery over any of the likes, although a certain fuzzy degree of competence is hoped for too.

Far as Lit goes, I'm one of those who gets excited and productive putting this and that on my submissions page, and then decides for whatever reason to delete them all and start over (sometimes submitting refurbishments). Also I go through ups and downs about Lit: (to self): T, who're you kidding? You're no porn/erotic fiction writer, and barely a poet... you don't really belong here, and you're wasting everybody's time. But on the other hand, they got a pretty good setup and they even have backstreet allowances if you don't feel like being erotic all the time. Plus there's some damn fine writers and poets around here. That goes around and around and around and around... and around and around and around...

Well lately I got in one of those Up moods, and been finding old ones that I touch up a little and then been slowly building a few newer ones, and it's been fun. But I've also been wanting to get back to putting some prose/fiction back on the list, because I like that too. Yet I noticed a sort of block. Or gunshyness. And didn't know why.

But I remember now. When I throw some poetry into the submissions box and then hit 'submit' it's usually a rather casual experience, like chopping wood or fixing breakfast; but sometimes there's this tiny little inner agitation or something - can't think of the right word at this early hour - like being back in school and being really attracted to someone, and wanting nothing more than to make a connection or at least try but everytime they come around you get hit with some sort of nerve seizures, almost completely unable to function. Or something like that. Like I said with the poetry, there's that sensation sometimes, but not too intense. Submitting a story however - the nerve sensation intensity was always cranked way up there - maxed - especially if getting up in the morning and seeing it has finally been approved (maybe the waiting for a few days adds a little something to it), there was always this sudden and very horrible 'oh fuck! Retreat! Run away! Oh god there's a typo!'

Can't think of a term to use for it: Lit Approval Freakout?

Wonder if it's a common condition? And if there's a way to whip it?
 
Wanted to (and I quote) 'email me privately as it was easier to talk that way if I wanted to lol' ........ was the lol that gave away his evil intentions!
 
Had our first frost last nite - unusually cold here for right after Thanksgiving.
Slow to start today, but house now lit up for Christmas.
 
Sheeeesh I just got propositioned on Facebook!

I keep getting hit on by African guys who are either interested in fat chicks or presume I am so desperate that I am an easy target for an immigration scam; I think the later.
 
I keep getting hit on by African guys who are either interested in fat chicks or presume I am so desperate that I am an easy target for an immigration scam; I think the later.

can I add you please PM or email me your details if I can tho I must warn you I have some friends with odd senses of humour lol
 
be warned there is lots of stuff on there to waste you time on and keep you from your poetry!

Yep.

Been feeling in the mood to scratch and scribble a little but after a bracket of time of not doing it, man it's hard to dig up much of anything to work with or spin from.
 
Yep.

Been feeling in the mood to scratch and scribble a little but after a bracket of time of not doing it, man it's hard to dig up much of anything to work with or spin from.

good to see you back here but at least with FB I never lost you entirely :) :kiss:
 
good to see you back here but at least with FB I never lost you entirely :) :kiss:

It's too damn addictive. Can easily grow into a big investment of focus and time with comparatively very little actual product or result to show for it. Should be more like a watering hole where friends gather, and go drop in for a couple drinks and say hi, after a day of work. Instead of hanging out there all day every day, to the point no work is worked on.
 
It's too damn addictive. Can easily grow into a big investment of focus and time with comparatively very little actual product or result to show for it. Should be more like a watering hole where friends gather, and go drop in for a couple drinks and say hi, after a day of work. Instead of hanging out there all day every day, to the point no work is worked on.

At least you not into the farming apps unlike quite a few people from here ...... naming no names :D
 
It's too damn addictive. Can easily grow into a big investment of focus and time with comparatively very little actual product or result to show for it. Should be more like a watering hole where friends gather, and go drop in for a couple drinks and say hi, after a day of work. Instead of hanging out there all day every day, to the point no work is worked on.

That's the key there - what one should do vs what one actually does.
As a one-time practicing alcoholic I can identify quite strongly with that metaphor. I usually wasn't in the bar all day, but frequently all night. Had to work at telling myself need to leave - advice to myself too frequently ignored.
That's the key nature of addiction, and I wasn't able to recover until I quit completely.
I've gone to extremes like that in other areas at times, for example doing nothing but playing games.
 
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