~ J o u r n e y ’ s E n d ~
Delicate traveler,
gave us a glimpse of the past.
Thank you, Rosetta!

Back story: http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-37511861
~Richard
Delicate traveler,
gave us a glimpse of the past.
Thank you, Rosetta!

Back story: http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-37511861
~Richard
Today is world rhinoceros day. As I haven’t written a haiku for a while I dedicate one today to this wonderful beast…
H a i k u – R h i n o c e r o s
Horned megafauna
Myopically wandering
Beautiful rhino
I don’t normally keep the drafts of my writing. Writing in a digital document means that usually I simply revise the text as I go along, re-reading and rewriting until I am happy with it. This has its disadvantages as once the original writing is gone then it cannot easily be recalled for reconsideration, or at least I cannot do that, but also the advantage that I don’t cling onto ideas or phrases that I discard. However, several months back I wrote the poem, More Dementor than Black Dog and I did keep the initial three drafts of my work.
I would be interested to hear how other writers draft and redraft, in advance of any editing by a reviewer, especially in the digital age.
Draft #1
More like a Dementor than a Black Dog
Winston wrote of his Black Dog
How it would creep up on him
If he wasn’t busy creating; painting, writing, or laying bricks.
I think of a large lumbering Labrador but perhaps it was more,
To him perhaps akin to the Black Dog of folklore.
J.K gets much closer.
Her metaphor, more tragic
An encompassing weight that drops unannounced
In its cloak it clings like it needs to be fed
Music can work charms, although you have to choose wisely
For Dementors can feed on this too
And cause a spiral of despair.
Time to take Winnie’s advice
And get out the camera…
Draft #2
More like a Dementor than a Black Dog
Winnie’s black dog
would creep up on him
on moments of stillness.
No lumbering Labrador
but a silent lupine,
like the Black Dog of old lore
Cerebral creations:
painting, writing,
or laying bricks
would keep the beast at bay
when he sensed it nearby
J.K gets much closer.
A fearful vision,
of a hollow cloak
settling quietly
like a lead weight on your shoulders,
clinging, with a need to be fed
Music can work charms,
but choose your spell wisely
for Dementors can feed on this too
and cause a spiral of despair.
Time to take Winnie’s advice
And take out a pen…
Draft #3
More Dementor than a Black Dog
Winnie’s black dog
crept upon him
during moments of stillness.
No lumbering Labrador,
this stealthy lupine,
like the Black Dog of old lore
Cerebral defense:
painting, writing,
or laying bricks
would keep the beast at bay
at least for a time.
J.K gets much closer.
An apparition,
a billowing cloak
that settles quietly
becomes lead weight on your shoulders,
clinging, with a cry to be fed.
Music works for a spell
but choose your charms wisely.
For Dementors may feed on these too
to cause a spiral of despair.
Time to take Winnie’s advice
And take out a pen…
Today Gene Wilder died, at the age of 83. He suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease for the final years of his life but didn’t want it to be known for one, amazing reason: he was still regularly recognized by children as Willy Wonka and he wanted them to only be happy when they saw him.
Here is my humble tribute to the late, great actor who made me laugh so much over the years:
Leo Bloom, Wonka,
the Waco Kid, Frankenstein.
Wilder Days indeed!

Today is Internaut day, the anniversary of the opening of the World Wide Web to the public by CERN on August 23, 1991. We used to consider a generation to be approximately 25 years so, to my thinking, 2016 now means that the web has come of age. There are billions of people now who cannot comprehend a time before the web existed. We live in a time of faster, borderless, communication and more open exchange of ideas. Society may still struggle with this shift in global information flow, but personally I think it has been a positive experience so far.
I take the opportunity acknowledge the world’s first Internaut, Tim Berners-Lee, using the much older medium of haiku:
Connectivity
Information free flowing
We thank you, Sir Tim.

~Richard
Haiku: More than a fad?
Scanning their small screens
Lost souls search for hidden gifts
Ah, Pokemon Go!

~Richard
How many more smiling faces can I stand?
It feels like I am but one more good reply from cracking
Empty how are yous and automatic responses
meant to make us feel like we are actually conversing,
even though we don’t say anything.
So few people want to really listen you wonder why they bother to ask!
Not dialogue as that requires two people to socialize.
Many don’t slow in their rush to their daily sanctuary:
a prefabricated box,
bedecked with charms and ephemera from an outside life;
a pretend personal space,
a nest in which to hide away.
How ironic it’s called a cube,
even though the fourth side is composed of a shirt back, not a wall.

~Richard
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