HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   5.23.2004  
I haven't been "blogging" for a while, due to the reconstruction of my computer following a bad virus attack in April. Just as I was getting "involved" with the internet, meeting new friends, joining new groups, re-establishing my own group on ElectricPoetry, to which I probably haven't even put a link on this blog page (horror of horrors) I was hit while surfing the internet with one of those "trojan worms" which started deleting things on my computer, like my access to the antivirus and firewall programs, my taskbar, clock, and icons. I set up a "secondary" older computer for the internet, and then has to sweep my hard drive clean, and begin re-installing all my programs.
I'm still not finished, and there are some glitches still, but of course one of the first things I did after getting hooked up again, was to begin transcribing my poetry for this website.
So far, in about three weeks now, I have finished transcribing 1972 poetry. and I put up a section with my real early poetry from the sixties.
The sixties section includes my very first poem, "A Chlorophyll Filled Death" which I have only posted on certain Yahoo groups up to now.
Well, I had just "mastered" the art of the blog when they changed it again, and I'm still getting used to how to manuever through the new interface. Things change too quickly for us old geezers these days. One of my recent pieces, "Wisdom Deterioration", written as part of my "birthday trilogy" of poems this past May 1st, as I turned 51, is an observation on getting older. The subject of the poem is past 80.
Well, I have now brought the ElectricPoetry website up to date. I am inviting more members to my ElectricPoetry group, and the blog is now up to date as well. Poetry is merely one of my interests but it is "the lifeblood of my humanity" and I always tend to "come here" to my poetry site first after a disaster like the computer virus attacks of last month.
Spring will turn to summer, and the long hot days will afford me some more time to work on this site, be creative, and attempt to connect with humanity, through my emails, group postings, and internet activity. The state of the world is frightening, but personally, I feel better than I have in years.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 8:32 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