HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   4.9.2004  
22 poems so far this year.
This must be a record.
I credit the interactivity which I seem to crave.
I've been incredibly active in groups again,
yet have balanced the online time with personal time, so I don't really feel like I'm on the computer exclusively. I salvaged the membership of Andy's group, Poetry for Daydreamers, when Andy shuttered it. I'll have to take down the link to Andy's group on the left and replace it with the ElectricPoetry Group, which I resurrected on this time of Easter 2004. I'm beginning to send out the invitations. I want 20 or 30 constant posters, a mix of writers and readers. So far the brew is delicious, and the camaraderie fresh and fulsome. Andy is an early member. He has the same wit and brio he displayed as a moderator, and I think the pressures of running multiple groups bore heavily upon his creative soul. Now he's free. One of his group members founded a new Short Stories 4 Daydreamers, and the ex members of that group got together again. Lyric Lair is "quiet" these days, and I've joined two more writer's groups, and two more "coffee klatch" groups, after having some success posting poetry on another group.
I just have to remember to balance, and with the renewed interest in photography, causing me to upgrade my webshots account, I'm taking lots of "trips around town" to photograph. Three major "expeditions" so far and I've only had the camera a month or so.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 5:04 PM


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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