SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Cleaning House, Linking Polished Gems

Pulled a few oldies from the mothballs, brushed off, polished a bit. Sometimes, perspective informs a writer growing to decide where this journey is leading by rediscovering the past. Is it so unknowable?

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written in my last year of college, forced through so many English courses on my way to earning my degree. even then, I was nostalgic for the past, whether I could grasp moments of time escaping to hold onto, much like a good film that you wish would never end. today we have binge-watching episodically like morons, still unsated. when does it stop? when will we accept our own mortality? it's never going to be as good as some shining, pearl vision perfectly captured on film. live it raw and rough and appreciate we cannot ascend to high ideals...and write the damn novel! that's just me yelling at myself. yell at your own self instead making me do it.

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I added a footnote to this old poem when I stored it today to my own files. I'm preparing to trim the bushes and hedges in this web place. Too many static items from the past that have no place here now. The above poem was written in my early 20s. That much I can tell you. My mastery of the English language was better than the people I was hanging out with, before I went to college...finally. And, I got smarter.

Not that anyone's looking in at my blog posts, or even commenting, but I won't overwhelm with links for the time being. I'm in a different place after this past year, showing me that we got to wind this thing down. I'm not a good fit for this community.