In October TOpoet.ca had many days with over 60 hits. India tops the list with Canada at the top of the hit list, 2nd place is USA, with India regaining 3rd. Increases seen from Mauritius & Kenya coming on strong. The blog now has 359 followers (up from 298 at the start of the year). 246 Tumblr followers. Steady increase is best. Finally down to the end of Coal Dusters one more short chapter to wrap things up in November 🙂 It’ll come in at just under 138,000 words.
My Twitter account was suspended without warning or explanation other than I had broken their rules but they refused to tell me which ones: hate speech? spamming? using copyright materials? When I pressed for an answer I was told not to bother them & that they would not reply again to my requests for explanations. So my twitter following is down to 0. It was a time waster & did nothing to enhance my productivity.
The only event, so far, in November is the Hot Damn! show on November 7 at Buddies in Bad Times. Season 5 winner Wes Ryan will be the feature. I’m giving NaNoWriMo a rest this year. Though I managed good work last year it had become a chore rather than a challenge. I may focus on organizing Picture Perfect which I hope to start blogging in 2020. Not sure what Tuesdays will bring – maybe another photo blog similar to Sunday’s.
Other blog days will remain the same. Pictures may become even more random than they are now 🙂 Friday will see lps covers & such that I’ve come across on my walks. People throw away the oddest things :-). Taking pictures is more practical, for me, than taking objects.
TV pleasures include American Horror Story; 1984 – so far one of the best arcs of the series. Past seasons have felt stretched out by plot tangents. This one has been tight, taught & bloody good fun. The new season of Castle Rock has started & the Misery/Salem’s Lot mash up is off to a good start. Hopefully Space won’t screw up the running times as badly as they did last season. I also hope they broadcast it same time same day, instead of moving it around without notice.
Currently I’m reading: I Am Providence – a biography of HP Lovecraft by S. T. Joshi – fascinating not only for his life but for the literary context of the time – letters-to-the-editor often became like twitter wars – with strangers taking potshots at each via the anonymity of these letters. Also a critical study by David Kalat of Toho’s Godzilla movies putting them into a cultural context. As well as the final piece in the Works of John Addington Symonds – his biography of Michelangelo.
Rant In A Tea Cup
the weather report isn’t good
no matter how nice
the meteorologist says it is
it’s a lie
a spin
to keep me from worrying
about how bad it really is
no matter how perfect the days looks
it is bad
getting worse
each day less air to breath
more burning rays to avoid
the spin doesn’t fool me
more days when
you can’t let seniors out till after dark
can’t let children play in the park
the prognoses isn’t promising
umbrellas aren‘t enough
parkas aren’t enough
there is no protecting ourselves
from this air we breath
from the constant crumble of the real world
the weather isn’t good
no matter what
America’s next top politician says
there is no roll back for the ecology
next top politician is like
America’s next top model
they are only spokespersons
to give that hopeful spin
that change is going to come
sure it will
but it isn’t going to a change for the better
not a change for the ordinary folk
unless that change
means big bucks for someone
the climate doesn’t have
the right corporate sponsor
it needs a better spokesperson
the sunny day is a fraud
a taste of emptiness fills my mouth
when I breath what remains of our air
wondering which microscopic mote
is the one that gives me cancer
as it turns my skin to lumpy melanoma
drooping sagging leather
rain snow sunshine highs lows
with chill uv factors
smog alerts
economic forecast grim
auto sectors need a bail out
oil is raking in billions of profits
why not let oil bail out auto
not the highs and lows we want to see
so many clouds
in the fog wrapping
around our brains
our willingness stifled
by the powerlessness imposed
by powerless people in control of
spokesmodels
for hidden puppeteers
who we never will know
because everyone is on someone
else’s weather radar map
no one is free
no one can leave the house
without first checking
to see what the weather is like
the sky isn’t telling us the truth
no one is
so take your umbrella
because a smile
isn’t enough protection any more
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