HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   1.23.2004  
I took a vacation day off from work today because I had to give the car it's 60K checkup, a $560.00 prospect, which I really wasn't looking forward to. I could have done the checkup in Long Beach, where I work, but opted to take the time (I'm owed a lot) and take the time to post some more poems on ElectricPoetry. I put 21 poems from 2000 online. The poems are already online, on the Homestead server in what sometimes are "graphical versions" so I put links on each page to link it back to it's original "publication date". Flushed with success, seeing 21 files fly online from my FTP program, I thought I'd perform the ol' link check before going offline to watch a movie or two.
That's the good news.
The "Aughts" decade link on all the poetry pages of the new millennium link back to the "Nineties". That's 21 links at least I need to fix next time I go back to "work" here at ElectricPoetry. I also "invited" another dozen or so souls to come and read me like a book. I've gotten some responses, and a couple have been really nice. I actually think, if I haven't already supposed this before in print here, that sending individual emails to people after reading their Yahoo profiles is a lot more direct and satisfying than posting on poetry clubs and message boards. I went to a poetry board on Excite. and posted, then went back the next day and noticed there were about 50 posts with no answers and that seemed somewhat of a letdown. I almost started reading and answering like in the old days. Then I found I had readers for as long as I was active within the confines of the message board society. I yearn for society at large to read, and pass me around like a well enjoyed book.
So I will, I swear again, keep the posts coming. This morning seemed more like being at work than on an enjoyable project, but I'm not transcribing the poetry of the Aughts, since I started the first site in 1999. I'm merely copy/pasting, and after a while that get's really boring. And easy to miss the fact that each page I'm copy/pasting is linking back to the last century.
That's all folks.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 11:37 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