I admit that I hold to words,
I hold them tight
I've known colder comfort
in the night
Go Ferron, go.
Me, I go through phases of writing more and less. In my current, prolonged "Mad Hacker" phase, there's little room for poetry. T'sa shame, really. (I am reading Goethe's Faust.)
My journal tends to reflect the hacking. Flowcharts and pseudocode outnumber poems, but in the coldest nights, writing still helps me find my way.
I just traded in a book on Microsoft SQL Server 6.5 for a book called: The Hand of the Poet.
That's a book to be loose of, and one to carry around.
I've been too much the Mad Hacker lately, and too little. My little website tool has progressed to a useful stage. Great excitement! And there is so much yet to do. Isn't that the way.
No prose-etic doodling at Le Cafe Marly in April.
The good news: now that I've become a paid programmer -- rather than just a web guy -- I get to dress better. Web guys, you know, are all knit shirts (not even clean) and pocket protectors. Programmers are expected to have not just style, but panache; not just panache, but savoir faire (what's that mean, anyway?). Wasn't Virginia Wolf the woman with the tragic thing for dangly scarves? Most people don't realize that she invented COBOL. Glad I've got my paisley Nehru jacket!
Too de Louvre,
John Robert
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John Robert Boynton