HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   1.31.2004  
I've been doing an amazing amount of writing the past few weeks, specifically because of the transcription process which rekindles my need to write, (as opposed to my want to write, which usually is subjugated by the want to watch another great movie on my HDTV.) and the fact that a fellow named Oldescott from Quebec, Canada invited me to join his Yahoo group called Lyric Lair, and I will be putting the URL on the links section shortly. I'm involved in posting to a group again, and so far I've sort of restricted the postings to the ambitious "Outline of Existence" series which I never finished. I even posted a new poem the other night, which will be the third poem in the series I've written. I have received some very nice comments from group members, which in turn ignites further creativity. So far just in the past few weeks, being in this group has made me believe in the power of the internet to bring people together instead of just being another typewriter.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 10:10 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