Pulchritude has intrinsic value….


“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book
known to him by his heart,
and his friends can only read the title.”

~~ Virginia Woolf ~~

Alaska taxi

Alaskan Taxi off to Juneau, or the interior….

Hajime…. I skipped posting anything at all yesterday, & frankly, I can’t work up any particular emotion about that. Even a couple months ago, going even a day or two without writing or posting would have prompted an outburst of creative angst sufficient to produce any number of words, most of which could be construed as purposeful, if not elegantly literate. But, these days, I’m lucky to produce a complete, even sparsely filled out Pearl; hell, the poem I’ve been trying to write has gone & disappeared entirely, no dregs of it to be found anywhere…. SIGH. Even that, I’m afraid, doesn’t stimulate any guilt, which tells me, at least on one level, my sanity no longer depends on this process, though, I have to admit, it is soothing in some way to have written an entire paragraph, even one as choppy & pungent as this one…. Hey, it’s all fresh, so, whattya want? Ibsen on demand? Jackson Pollock at a moment’s notice? Hah…. Not here, ffolkes….

That isn’t to say I don’t have a Pearl for today. But, it’s being posted late, without a fresh poem, and it’s not going to get any better, or, any less fulfilling for me, so, I’m gonna post it, late as it is. It’s only late because I now sleep normally, arising at a time when I’d have been up writing, & getting ready to post for at least two hours. Hell, it’s already light outside, which isn’t normal for this process at all. But, despite my new ability to actually sleep for a normal period, thus resuming a diurnal existence rather than an insomniacal one (well, one equally nocturnal as diurnal, anyway….), it can’t be called anything but nearly normal, a phrase I thought never to apply to any of this. Normal just hasn’t been in the works for a very long time, & I’m not certain I like it….

But, there it is, in all its mundane glory, so, we’ll post it & see how it flies. In fact, we’ll do that now, so I don’t lose what little nerve I have remaining. We’ll use one of our oldest, most reliable techniques, too, just to keep things moving in the proper direction. It’s very simple, & works like this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“To live content with small means,
to seek elegance rather than  luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never,
in a word to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common, this is to be my symphony.”

~~ William Henry Channing ~~


chase goehring

Chase Goehring

Image from Facebook.com via Google Images

This young singer/songwriter is another fine talent, a finalist in the 2017 America’s Got Talent competition, playing all original songs for his performances. He made it to the Finalist list, but, didn’t receive enough votes to make the Top 5. I think he is going to one day be well-known, for his songwriting skills and originality will ensure him a place in the music industry. I thoroughly enjoy his music, and hope you do as well….


Chase Goering
AGT 2017





Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~




Naked Pearls

Further notes on Life @ Large….


“Each of us visits this Earth involuntarily, and without an invitation.
For me, it is enough to wonder at the secrets.”

~~ Albert Einstein ~~


“A man is a very small thing,
and the night is very large and full of wonders.”

~~ Lord Dunsany, The Laughter of the Gods ~~


“I am free, no matter what rules surround me.
If I find them tolerable,  I tolerate them;
if I find them too obnoxious, I break them.
I am free  because I know that
I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”

~~ Professor Bernardo de la Paz ~~


“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture,
or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful;
but it is far more glorious to carve and paint
the very atmosphere and medium through which we look,
which morally we can do.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), “Where I Live”


“Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.”

~~ Things We Can Learn From Dogs ~~


“… denn da ist keine Stelle, die dich nicht sieht.
Du musst dein Leben andern.”

(… for there is no place that does not see you.
You must change your life.)

~~ Rainer Maria Rilke, “Archaic Torso of Apollo” ~~


“Nothing endures but change.”

~~ Heraclitus (540?-480? B.C.) ~~



Well, there you have it, such as it is. I’ll be back in a day or three, hopefully with more creative material than today’s mess… which is okay, but, I wouldn’t call it an iconic Pearl…. It’s just a Pearl, of Virtual Wisdom, at that, so, use it with care. Be well, be happy, be strange, and, damn it, stay alert…. I’ll be back, as the saying goes….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….