Since the last blogpost disappeared into the infinity of cyberspace, I haven't "come back" to write, spending more time updating some of the films I've seen on ElectricMovies, and posting to the groups. This time out, I joined 6 groups, usually because I've been "invited". This dreary drizzling weekend I have transcribed 16 poems from 1972, so have a healthy dose of poetry from the early days online now. I remember when I had the hit counter on the old site, and grew more and more upset when years would pass and no one would hit the main page of the 70's section, which certainly meant no one was reading the poems. Now, usually because I've been posting on groups, at least, even if the site itself isn't getting the hits I feel it warrants, the poems from that period are at least getting read. For a while at least, I still have lots to transcribe, so the "barrel" certainly isn't empty, although the quality of the poems dwindle somewhat, as I post the "best ones first". I still surprise myself, however, and discover "gems" among the detritus every now and then.
I joined a group called GemneyesJournal which is sort of like a blog program as group, where others can comment on your postings. I've seen that on some blogs, and sometimes wish I could have a functioning message board on Allthingsmike, but I don't think I could take the pain that would come when people lost interest, which seems like always what happens in the groups I've been in, but then I never really, except for my own, stuck with it long enough. I'm not even sure how long the interest will keep up in me to keep posting. I would surmise for as long as I receive feedback, which has mostly been positive. The thing that soured me on group or message board interactivity before, of course, had more to do with the splits which occured when one faction of an already existing group would single me out as a "moderator" to the consternation of other group members, who would flame me in return. Which usually caused me to leave. Ah, life is like that, too, perhaps.
So 26 from 110 leaves "merely 84" poems left to transcribe from 71 and only six more from 72.
The current rush of inspiration hasn't stopped, although I got the feeling from a couple of responses to my work that some people still think I am "lonely", and one I think thought I was a shut in. I told her I'd be out and about if it weren't raining. But I enjoy the camaraderie I find online, and that's the only reason for being online. If I feel more people are "reading" me, then I'm more prolific and feel good about myself, and maybe I'll even touch a few souls in the process. Heck, I know I am. Lisa, whose "GemneyesJournal" I joined, called me "a modern sage" and I just about melted. Praise like that is high indeed. I look at personal websites, and marvel at the creativity which pours from mankind, and sometimes I feel that we aren't doomed at all, existence just hasn't played itself out yet, and we have nothing to worry about.
I do hope it stops raining soon. I just know the seats in the car are soaked again, something else I live with having a convertible. It doesn't help to worry about it, they'll get soaked, then dry out. The rain will retreat, the sun will come out, and it will be a beautiful day again.
Heartache and bad weather will always be with us,
But the sun comes out again, replenishing and rejuvenating anew.