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.

I haven't posted here since Friday, but by Monday morning I had most all the poetry from the 1990's and the Aughts online. I did a bunch of transcribing over the weekend, and I think I finally have all the links fixed. I've sent emails to at least 131 souls at Yahoo, and I don't know how many at MSN, probably about 40. I've received many replies, and have three guestbook signings, including one from Percy Wells, a fellow poet with a website, and Judy Puckett, who has a group on Yahoo called FlowerChildren. I seem to be back in the swing of things, and so far, (I've even started to join groups and use message boards again) I haven't been "slammed" by anyone. No one has made fun of my cats, like they did on Classmates.com when I got to be too liberal for the gung ho marine types whose message board I found myself on. The eighties are next. Then to the Seventies, and I'll be "done". Just what is next, I don't know.

Conversations with thought in Reality Do Not Exist
1/27/04 5:00pm pdt poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

Words.....walk.......slowly, and thought stops in her tracks to woo the muse
Alarmingly real, words.........Call
Out
And then run back again into the house and slam the door.
thought.......beakons to the poet,
"Look, you had it in your grasp, Your muse is nigh, you let her go.
"Look, you had it all planned, and executed, in deathful throe,
So........"
Looking to the left
And to the right away I ponder uselessly, loosely paraphrasing
past prerogatives to the letter,
And nothing better writes a word, thus, like this, on the page.
Fervently typing with no care for thought, no rhymer's rage.
There is "I', and thought is fallible, foolishly looking to be paid.
Hitching a ride with poetic license
Was an easy mistake well made.
Further fathering doubt and hope supreme remains amix with musing.
The human race remains apace with thought, and she thinks it most amusing.
Slowly
Thought
Stops........................................and rests awhile on her laurels.
This moment was sublimely solipsistic,
And with thought one hardly ever quarrels.

Alone, with thought for naught but compassion.
An ashen look adorns my face, and words.......
Walk.......
Slowly to the sound of thought stopping in her tracks to chase away
My thoughts for today.

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.

The Website
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 1/22/04 7:55pm pst

Gasp, the
URL
triggered.....ad pop-ups for a domain name seller????
it was gone...
a universe
in wondered verse
and sights to see so stellar....
In the blink of an eye one dies,
But art should never disappear.
And creativity should never have a seller
In an age when Homestead sells photo storage
And journalists all have personal blogs online
Where souls have tried to communicate across
the abyss of planetary vastness through
the communication links of the great internetal community,
Only to have to see their "digital lifework"go offline....

Gasp, I can't still believe it's so...
A treasure, a family's memories, memories of
lost loved ones, and of fulfilling times
A treasure shared by many including me.
It's like a house I used to visit many times
Has been knocked down....
And a hole is left
Where a whole lot of love used to be.

For Sheryl


(instant poetry post.....8:03pm)

I triggered a link for Wren Wolfbane's site, since I haven't sent any links to this site to my old email list yet, I wanted to pay a visit. Shock greeted me when I realized the domain being sold was her site. I know my site shall disappear, maybe sooner than later. The better and more powerful the net becomes, with the increased potential for communication and creativity unleashed, the more money the companies that control the internet will want in order for mankind to experience anything like when we first put these websites up. I remember my first visit to Wren's pages, and the joy and love I felt, not to mention the wonder I felt as I beheld her artistic endeavors. It was a wonderful experience *as I remember it* because now the website does not exist, except in memory, like so much else in the world today.....

I see a trend developing. Now that I'm working on ElectricPoetry, I seem to blog consistently here. Well, now wonder. I'm at the site, so I can easily enter the blog there and post a thought or two. Today I added five poems to the 2001 section, which of course already has a full section on Homestead. I also linked a lot of Homestead pages back to the new site, so I am trying to make sure I have all the links to the individual "graphical poems" from 1999, 2000, 2001, and 2002 linked from the new pages. That way the "original edition" pages are still accessible. Sort of an "archive" link on each poem that has one. I also posted an invite on a group Colorful Lufroloc runs, and he visited and signed the guestbook, too! I'm starting to feel good again, and notice I've been a bit more creative as a result. I say "I'm back online" although I 've never "left". I just don't "advertise" on these groups and by sending email like I'm doing now. If I interact, the internet community interacts in kind. If I don't say anything, it's like I'm not there. Interesting analogy. I wonder if a poem is brewing.

I've written "The Poem for the New Year 2004" It isn't as grandiose as I had planned, as if I can plan to write. I was revisiting my old "Electric Poetry Group" which used to be a club, and posted it first there on the group. I haven't even visited that section of my website for ages. It's weird to see it is still up on Yahoo's server. It isn't "alive" anymore. At one time I had about 20 members, and I quit posting because I felt as "moderator" I had to explicate all the poetry people posted, sort of like a professor at school. And since that's what I wanted to be early in life, it was pretty neat, but time consuming. Who knows, maybe I'll "invite" some poets to help make it "active" again, but truth be told, there are far too many "poetry groups" on the internet, and most have so many members I wonder if anyone takes the time to read. I have retained my membership in the Poetry Angels group which I recently joined because Meg, the owner of the group "instant messaged" me and asked me to join. I thought that was pretty great, so I joined, but there doesn't seem to be much "activity". I don't know if I'll attempt to gain readership this year through groups. For the past two days, I have emailed 8-10 email addresses for people who list "poetry" as one of their interests on their Yahoo profiles. I now have 43 big hits on the main page to ElectricPoetry. The guestbook has one entry. It's a start. The new site didn't even exist two weeks ago! I plan to "invite" as many people as I can to read the poems on the site, and hopefully by being "active" myself and promoting my work, I'll be creative a bit more this year.

By my count I have written a total of 595 poems throughtout my life. I have all of the names now listed on the website, and after I tweak the Nineties section, on which the pages don't seem to want to show up correctly on the browser on my computer at work, I can begin some transcription, and attempt to post some of these 595 poems. I thought I had a greater output, but this averages out to roughly 17 poems a year. The big years of course were 1971 and 1978. The links all work on the Nineties section, and I fixed some links on the Homestead pages this morning, so pretty soon I am ready to "announce" the movement of the site to my server via email to my old list, and start to dismantle some of the Homestead pages to which I don't want links. Besides the bad feeling I have that the Nineties pages aren't perfect yet, there is some slight accomplishment.

I only wrote 62 poems throughout the entire decade of the Nineties. There's still a few bad links, but I think I already fixed them and they haven't appeared online yet. All year sections are up with the output noted, and links made (in 1992 and 1995 to the poem pages themselves. I also updated the Aughts pages and all the links on the Seventies are fixed.

God knows what stimulates me to wake up, take a shower, and come in here to the computer room and begin all over again.
Today's "task" is to "fix" all the links mentioned in a post below, and already (10:33am) I have 71-77 links added or fixed, I have made complete pages for 2003 and 2002 with links to the graphical poetry where applicabel, and I was in the midst of fixing all the links in 1978 when the program crashed, so it's off the puter for a while to regroup and reorganize.
On another note, I sent an invitational email to about 10-15 Yahoo members who listed "poetry" under their interests. So far, only the ubiquitous MAILER DEAMONs who tell me which mailboxes aren't in existence, or all completely filled with spam, and no word yet whether anyone has visited yet.
I will repeat to myself. I am doing this for myself. I am transcribing poetry because I said I would years ago and I will not worry if readership is slow in coming, if it even comes. I haven't yet dug out the ol' email list. There were over 100 people there, and who knows, at least I'll get a guestbook signing from someone I know, perhaps.
Well, as I said, and haven't yet done, off the puter, and into life for a while.

Yet one more last post, the last post, an outpost in the wilderness. I am drunk. Drunk with accomplishment and lime flavored Coronas. Drunk with the satisfaction that I have added even more links and straightened up more pages since my last post, and I should be satisfied. In Cali this time it is past nine pm, and usually little mike is in bed by now.......but webauthoring is different, it has been since the beginning. When I really feel like composing, the hours fly by. That's what happened today , and thats what happened tonight. I'm not sleepy yet, but I am a bit worn out, digitalwise.

Oh No. Another post for today. Well, I just couldn't finish the episode of "Taken" and came back to the computer today, er, I mean tonight. I posted a whole aughts decade section, complete with links to the Homestead sections. By the turn of the twenty first century, all my poems were being "written" online. I can't retreive "paper" versions of these poems unless I "printed them" on the arcane "paper printer" which comes with computers these days.

Okay, now I've posted the first poem for the new year here on the blog, and the link here goes to the "experimental" Aughts individual poetry page template. That's it for now. Gotta watch another installment of "Taken", the Stephen Spielberg produced DVD of the miniseries. A very "poetic" take, and also a very violent take, with wry commentary vocalized by a very young Dakota Fanning (ha ha), I am watching it a second time, after having seen it when it first aired by Tivoing it off of the Sci Fi channel but then I had to zip through the commercials. (This should be on another blog.)

Update to my list from Monday.
1970....1 poem online
1971....19 poems online
1972.....5 poems online (all links are fixed. All poems link back to the year)
1973.....4 poems online (all links work)
1974.....7 poems online (still need links to year at bottom of poems pages)
1975.....8 poems online (still need links to year at bottom of poems pages)
1976.....2 poems online (still need links to year at bottom of poems pages)
1977.....3 poems online (still need links to year at bottom of poems pages)
1978.....34 poems online (year links work but decades links need updating)
1979.....4 poems online (still need links to year at bottom of poems pages)
1980.....7 poems online (all links work)
1981.....3 poems online (links at bottom don't work yet)
1982.....4 poems online (all links work)
1983....13 poems online (all links work)
1984....2 poems online (all links work)
1992....13 poems online (all posted today)
1995....10 poems online (complete year's output posted today)

The poems of 1995 are the first complete set online. I only wrote 3 poems in 1987 but haven't transcribed them online yet.

13 poems are up from 1992
10 poems are up from 1995 It's the total years output. The links on The Nineties only works for those years. I didn't add any new poetry to the Seventies or Eighties sections, but I did add links back to the year page from most of the posted individual poems. The links back to ElectricPoetry on the individual poems of 1978 still have to be fixed, they still head back to the Homestead site. and for now I am attempting to add links on Homestead pages to the new server, so nothing seems strange for a new reader who happened upon the site. So far I'm diligent, and today I logged almost a nine hour day, almost approaching the time I spend in a typical day at WORK. So have to stop now. Also I have been posting to Poetry Angels. Link is in a post below, and will be added to the sidebar if it isn't already.

Just going over links in the Eighties section and noticed I still have some bad links on quite a few individual poems. They are the links to the "year 19__" in the title and at the end of every poem. That's about an hour, either to physically do it, or finally check the old Dreamweaver help screen to learn how to change all those links at once. (And I know that command is in the program, too.) But that bigscreen is calling. It is past 7, a weekend, and I'm glad I'm in California, where it is a balmy 63 during the day (un-naturally cold, even for winter here, but we don't even want to think that it's getting colder in California. It's normal, like the fires and the floods. But the other coast is getting one of history's coldest snaps, and the blame is on global warming. Go figure. I've believed the weather has been "turning around" for some time, probably most of my life. Nothing strange. Everything happens sooner or later, and mankind seemed hell bent on making sure we perished sooner or later when they started realizing they were mucking up the planet. When did we first "celebrate" Earth Day. 1970? You certainly could see it coming back then, and it's only getting worse. Just guess we'll have to wait and see what happens when California sinks in the sea because of the oceans rising, not because of earthquakes!

Disaster:A Reality Show
poetry 1-16-04 7:29pm

Arcane Wisdom heralded doom,
Falling into pits of hellish random violence
Burning flesh and retribution reach.
Man didn't learn though.
Arcane wisdom failed to teach
Him, and dark ages fell
Even spiritual redemption failed to tell
Him what he always knew but never realized.
He survived countless wars,
If he didn't get himself killed
He dominated the earth, and collected the prize
The cost was too much,
Religion, Trade,
Wars and Technology
Caused much pain in the end, not to man but
To Mother Earth
Now News shows tell us night and day
Someone shot somebody else
Somebody blew themselves up in a bus station
Mad Cows are everywhere
The terror alert is on orange
The killer bees are coming
Nothing we eat is safe
The ozone layer is almost gone
The plankton are dying and the seas are rising
The eskimos are dying of radiation poisoning
And we're all going to die
As usual

Well, tonight I made it to the computer room, completely bypassing both the bigscreens, and "adjusted" most of the allthingsmike pages and a few more of the poetry pages so that they all "travel". So THATS what the percentage flyout was on the table width menu. Duh! Then I went over to this poetry club I recently joind, Poetry Angels In an reply post to a posting of mine, inspired by advice on what type of poems to submit, I got a link to the following. The website is GymArt by Jim Nasium. I won't say I wasted time going through each and every style of poetry probably known in the universe.
Explanation of Styles of Poetry by Jim Nasium

I've updated a lot of the links on the Homestead server to link back to the new site, and I'm trying to fix some of the links that have been broken since GeoCities shut me down. (For inactivity, like poems want to rewrite themselves in order to stay on the free space available so as not to disappear.) It's late, and I'm tired and not making sense. Hopefully, I've got most of the kinks out. I don't want to send a visitor to a Homestead link and not have a link back to the new site.

Posted poems from 1981 through 1984 tonight. It's now after 10PM and I would be asleep by now if I hadn't promised myself I would really make a "stab" at transcribing some more poetry, and at least put 5 poems from each and every year (that I wrote poetry) online. Here's the latest count
1970....1 poem online
1971....19 poems online
1972.....5 poems online (some bad links)
1973.....4 poems online
1974.....7 poems online
1975.....8 poems online
1976.....2 poems online (recently transcribed)
1977.....3 poems online (recently transcribed)
1978.....34 poems online (from a lost page on GeoCities, some bad links)
1979.....4 poems online (recently transcribed)
1980.....7 poems online
1981.....3 poems online
1982.....4 poems online
1983....13 poems online (some just transcribed tonight)
1984....2 poems online (just transcribed tonight)
The Nineties and Aughts sections still have links to the Homestead poetry, but I'm moving very fast. I also have guestbooks and counters on the main page of the new site.
Ex-site-ment overwhelms me this night.

I just stepped outside. It's another beautiful day. Sort of Post Winter Warmup Season here in Southern California. I'm holed in my computer room all day while the weather is screaming "come outdoors". Makes me poetic.

That old father sun comes a playing again,
Come fertile young oldsters and consummate children
To pen a great feeling from a really great day
And to wallow in perfection as we surely get our say
It's a really great day out today

The news! 3pm Sunday, and the pages for the 1980's ARE ONLINE! There are no links to the individual poems, but there should be before the week is out. The eighties are still here today. I have written a few introductions to the yearly pages, following the introduction from 1980, which, natch, did'nt exist in that decade. I seem to spiritually relive each year as I type the names of the individual poems into the database, from which you will eventually be able to get to the poem itself. I am almost there as I reread my words. I feel the same yearnings and hurt with the same pain.
I sure am thrilled, however, that I have another 10 pages online, and with each branch of the tree, it gets easier to post.

Although some of the links still aren't working, the major branches of the section dealing with the poetry of the 1970's are up and running. I don't have the main 1970's page links inserted yet, but on most of the individual years pages, which list the year's output (which in turn will hopefully eventually link to the individual poems themselves) the links to other years of the decade work. I think 1974 and the main page are still problematical.
I've been going through the old volumes again, to list the individual poems, and memory is taking me on a rollercoaster of past emotions. After I get a couple of decades' poem's listed, then I will begin to transcribe again. I just noticed I hadn't had a link to the poetry of 1978, which comprises the "Cathy Poems" and which I worked so long on a couple of years ago. Now the poems are listed in the new 1978 page, but they are still the old pages, so links back to the 70's section and to ElectricPoetry are for the original site, not the new one.
Time to retire. It's been a gratifying night's work.

This diary doesn't know whether it is a poems post or a diary of whims and witticisms which I crave to post. Well, then, there. The words will out in 2aughtfour, I am making a staunch effort right now, with my bravest face on, to proclaim, that even if I can't get a poem or two out today, then at least I'll work on archiving all the misapplied templates, and begin to move the site over to my own server. It has upset me that of all my sites, the Electric Poetry site is still on Homestead, even though I have my own server. As my original poems, I want them to be on my own server, and not Homestead's. So for the first few months of this year, my New Year's Resolution, will be to transfer the diary entries to this blog here, and to catalog the many unposted poems, even though, as I always complain about, I doubt that many people even come to read them.
Hogwash and horsepucky, I will post anyway. No need to keep the site up, if I don't work on it. No need at all. Who cares about all the old links. I will create a new site, hopefully get all worked up and creative, and spend more lively afternoons indoors.
Eh?
Talking to myself will take on new meanings, as I realize that all I'm doing is talking to myself anyway. Fifty years on.