HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   1.18.2004  
God knows what stimulates me to wake up, take a shower, and come in here to the computer room and begin all over again.
Today's "task" is to "fix" all the links mentioned in a post below, and already (10:33am) I have 71-77 links added or fixed, I have made complete pages for 2003 and 2002 with links to the graphical poetry where applicabel, and I was in the midst of fixing all the links in 1978 when the program crashed, so it's off the puter for a while to regroup and reorganize.
On another note, I sent an invitational email to about 10-15 Yahoo members who listed "poetry" under their interests. So far, only the ubiquitous MAILER DEAMONs who tell me which mailboxes aren't in existence, or all completely filled with spam, and no word yet whether anyone has visited yet.
I will repeat to myself. I am doing this for myself. I am transcribing poetry because I said I would years ago and I will not worry if readership is slow in coming, if it even comes. I haven't yet dug out the ol' email list. There were over 100 people there, and who knows, at least I'll get a guestbook signing from someone I know, perhaps.
Well, as I said, and haven't yet done, off the puter, and into life for a while.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 10:38 AM


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The Book is (forever being)written. The Pages are the pages of time. With the passing of time, Is the turning of a page. Read Me Like a Book again. These are the poetic outpourings of one feeble soul who has had a gift for words and verse since 1967. This is the concerted effort to "publish" the collected works of Michael F. Nyiri poet,philosopher,fool