The Left Column

When you finish the last
you move on to the next.
Only through real use
does an interface
evolve.
I let these 'dynamic' 
pages have 'static' 
content (or thin, anerexic
content) for too long.

So . . . that being said
I use these new columns
to loosely lay out
bloggy rants and poem
like observations.

This is done in a
less-than poetic
state of mind, not like
what I write (long hand)
in my little notebooks
that I carry with me
and that I type into
my WordBombs collection.

The WordBombs stuff
I consider 'inspired'
This stuff in these 
columns often is just
ranty-blogs - mutable,
incomplete . . .

I hope that there
are fun quotable things
that I come up
with in my sponteneity.
Also I imagine
that some day
I will edit these
and take out the
more unenlightened
parts of my rants.

Walt Whitman made
many different versions
of Leaves of Grass
the oldest being 
more rough, less 
edited.

But when a writer
self-edits
years later
that writer
erases a record
of what he was 
before . . . thinking. .  .
of Mr. Lincoln.

Anyway, Anywho,
whatever.

Trying to be brillient
is the dullest thing
in the world.

Here is an excerpt from 
WordBombs:
Starlight fed that bird

The bird was strong

it flew away


The bird was strong

and fed on

starlight

it flew away


You didn't see the

bird

it lived in the palm

at the end of the mind


it flew off into

eternity


to breed ---


Pray hopes to say well to see

that bird again

(or one like it)



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BP 
2 May, 2008