Wheels of Poems
The poetry blog of Bill
Wheels of Poems
The poetry blog of Bill
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Outside when it's cold by the ocean he wonders back to the car where the water is even though the wind is chilly he still needs a drink it will cool him off he has to find a motel This is a lonely place he feels apart from the world he wishes he knew about tomorrow and that he could forget about yesterdays when the sunset late like it never really went down sleeping the van with headlights on all night forgetting to shut them off.
At midnight
he thought
"maybe now?"
but no.
the lights of the buildings
shimmer on the river
and the bridges,
fog at sunset earlier
the orange light girds the horizon
and sends out
to the whole at large to say "yes, now."
if you noticed.
If you saw it there.
It might be better thought to have been
within the falling down
(and then he rose up singing)
that happened suddenly
(they said he'd taken up a great big shield,
who said?)
If you have to imagine things
might as well imgine him in glory
some day you'll know
let's all remember.
When I decided to start dying forever I knew that one day I would live. Why run and rush for joy on the meadow side slope it's just a hill? It's just a mountain? It's just a heaven? Or a fountain? Or a reason for over bounding and the willow wind is sounding those birds which are rebounding in the trees that are surrounding the fields that are abounding. And those linemen they are grounding those poles that line the roadsides, go up the steep slope through and easement where the thickets are pricker-bushes but berries abound for birds and the hearty who'd go up there, summer day, late august a couple of bottles of water don't take glass bottles on a hike plastic doesn't shatter and cut your hand when you go to pick berries.
When he got to the end of his giant continues same rhyme he thought "what if I never ever get back to this place where I started to decided to start to decide to start living and both dying and overreaching and crying but I knew that I'd have to rewrite it all and I'm not sure if I'll ever get back here again. If I walk down that walkway and out that front gate, and close it off into the wider world where people are actually paying attention and can just see the intention of the perdition that seems to be there at times. He calls it conspiracy. I call it observations of history. There can be no in between for him. His precarious world of privilege crumbles when he is able to recognize it in himself. pity. He is a fool and truly in despair for the paradoxes that he, himself, creates forever perplex him and he chases away even the most ecumenical and foolish friend who forgives his ever flaw even as he keeps on bashing trashing smashing the casual word the little bit of historical trivia that is like a bulldozer to his ego.
death does a how-da-ya-do through the back of the parking lot making sure to chirp the tires and let eveyrone know he's here, come to take a passenger "you had to have the 454 SS with the cowl injection." they seem to say. you life less body. the cold of a week day even when it's eighty degrees and the birds are calling loud with that mornful way. Death lets you see everyone, drives by them one more time he could rewind it all, ghost of bad future if he wants to be, if you didn't get Mr. Dicken's message, the story of the condemnation of you for being such a weaselly punk, hurting everyone disrespecting people's grand mothers in front of the whole crowd and being a very brutal false kind of whatever you were pretending to be, saying that you were, but you weren't caught in a lie
Death wants to know if you'd do it differently you have to not know that this is a secret test your answer, your reply death will appeal to the saints in heaven Peter, John, Luke, Jude? Paul? Mary? Mother? What is your earnest reply? how shall you respond? are you ready to welcome him now? or can we rewind this grim scene not bring these people here for real, just make it like a dream within a novel of Christmas of the long ago and not pertinent to you except that you understand now, it's just a story, this collapse of you, the horrer of your unrepentent nature. You've overcome it now you love all the Vladimirs and all the Barrys that could ever be and write the story that people don't squabble over sand in the sea.
This is a personal blog page. This spin gauge example 26
It took a little bit of time to merge two demos. The result is this page. You can see it is a merging of the axis_orientation_control_002 demo, that also includes array layout demonstration, with the on-going series of angle_spin_gauge demonstrations of which this page is 26, but will shortly be 27.
the way that the sliders demo works controls a very well defined entity, itself. I would like to extend this idiom and attach the slider control to some other element of the page. Specifically I want to attach to the spingauge elements so I can manipulate the axes of these objects in a more automated way. I suspect it should not be that hard to accomplish, but then now that I've described the activity by typing out all of the braggadaccio, I'd rather go out to a movie or something (perhaps a plan but the sun is so bright today) or maybe other chores. So, let's just see if I quickly attach the controls or not . . .
Version 4.0 of this. To populate this little spin gauge collection I was going to use words from news stories, but decided to make a list of words in my novel The Gospel of Anonymous. I used a bash one-liner to generate some output after copying the text from the word processor into the text editor. Then I selected 24 lines of that, for each of the spin gauges.
The way to proceed with this is to create a control pane for each entity type of interest. Control panes would be aggrigated in the same way that style sheets are. In that sense if an entity has a registered control pane any other entity that contains such an enitiy would use the contain entities defined control pane as it's control pane, or define it's own (a proxy for the original one).
The requisite request for control pane entity would be signaled in some way. this could be in a coded stroke, or a type of mouse or hover behavior.
The control pane would 'pop' in and it would allow for the modification of the controlled entity. In our case here the controlled entity would be a spin gauge.
But the movie starts in 20 minutes and the sun is shining so . . . even if I go out to that movie chances are I won't end up there while the sun is shining.
© 2010, 2012 2013 2014 2015 © Amillia Publishing Company . All Poems written by Bill Perilli, of Natick, MA.
This page is a test and demonstration page, non commercial, an offshoot of an artist blog.
