The Illusion Dynasty

Bubba Ho Tep

Donald J. Trump is a bubba.  A well off bubba, but a bubba nonetheless.  But he is no where near a Ho Tep.  His pedigree is too short.

Retirement Ritual

Somewhere On The Cardboard Route

The 1990s

It is weird being retired; it has only been two weeks now.  If you count being in school, that works out to be about 46 years of society to educate and regiment.  The math on that works out to nineteen years that I have lived a life outside of society’s hands.  Authors, poets, artists, sorcerers are a dime a dozen in this world.  I have been called those things and more.  It was not me who called me these things, although I went out to try those names on and a whole lot more.  Everybody needs a job when you are just one of that dime.  You need to get money into those accounts somehow or cannot write the checks, pay the credit card bill, or scrape up the cash for the next beer listening in to the gossip circuit of some establishment or another.

                Now that I am retired, I am a hobbyist.  Sorcery, poems, commentary, and art are my hobbies.  Whatever I do on the side is just a hobby.  If I cannot earn the pittance I need to pay the rent now then I am no good at my hobbies.

                I have never been good at the sales, agenting, or publishing parts of my hobbies.  I was read a strange version of Aesop’s grasshopper & ant fable.  The grasshopper was saved by the ants at the end.  The real world just does not seem to work like that.  Not on command anyway.  Usually when you command that kind of behavior, it leads to the criminal.

                I have been learning about the magical box of digital enhancement ever since libraries starting to develop online catalogs.  It has been interesting trying to keep my hand in after years of just picking up the garbage.

                Someday I am going to be able to hire an I.T. person to manage the stabs in the dark of staggering about as an aging infant.

                The lunge and riposte so far: Facebook JohnSmithiimxiii : johnsmithiimxiii.blogspot.com :  atotasolidwaste.wordpress.  I think I even have a Twitter account under JohnSmithiimxiii.  Maybe I will even figure out how to embed links soon.

                My next lunge will be Amazon self-publishing and getting poetry back into literary magazines.  I have not had anything in print since 2000.  Strange.  Then I was kind of prideful about my name being attached to the work.  Now I just want the work to stand up on its own.  That is why made an avatar.

                The great spider that is the universe needs to start knitting the structures together.  Retirement is weird.

I am in the process of tidying up this blog.  All posts that are a reference or link to Triod are now defunct.  I guess like all things, it passed away. Currently looking for a new publishing hub for new material.  I will be deleting these posts as I get back to them.  I will also be posting all their content on my new blog site of: atotalsolidwaste.wordpress.com.  This may take a bit as we have all been called up to work in the resistance (whatever that may turn out to be).  It would seem my avatar and I have been co-opted.

Sunsets

For the story behind this photo please follow this link to my new blog at http://atotalsolidwaste.wordpress.com .

BLOOD MOON

I was out with the wild cats on the night of the "blood moon" taking pictures.  The cats were more interested in the free food that somebody had left them.

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO ESSAY

How Americans of certain socio-economic persuasions help reduce waste and help make ends meet at the same time: AL cans!

Ending Statement Love of Death 2nd ed.

The last page of the 2nd ed. of For the Love of Death had this statement:



Pondering existence is foolish;
it is much better to live
in the secure knowledge that
when pain stops, someone is through with you.