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  • Kurt Brindley 10:50 am on October 18, 2016 Permalink | Reply
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    So, I was thinking (yes, I understand the risks)…

    But, I was thinking, just imagine if each of the 25,109 and growing followers of this humble site were to donate just $1.00 to help me fund my film LEAVE…

    Just imagine how much that would be!

    Keep in mind that I am a product of the United States public school system, and that, by design, my higher level degrees have absolutely nothing to do with math, so my calculations may be a bit suspect…

    But I believe that if every one of the 25,109 followers were to donate $1.00 to help me fund my film, that would come to the heavenly financial figure of… [finger cipher]…


    Now that there would be a whole lotta of cheeze and it would help me in a whole lotta ways in realizing my cinematic dream called LEAVE.

    Now, I’m a practical man (not!), and I know all 25,109 of you donating $1.00 each to support my dream is an impossible expectation…

    But, let’s consider what you get here for free 24-hours a day, 7-days a week, 365-days a year non-stop and in perpetuity for as long as our pretty yet petulant planet revolves around the sun that may help motivate you towards donating that $1.00…

    You get to publish your work to the RELATING TO HUMANS feature…

    You get the IABS&R…

    You get occasional “PRO-TIPS”…

    You get LITERARY ZEN…

    You get ARTWORK?…

    You get HUMOR…

    You get HEALTH advice…


    And you get so much more.

    But, even with all this free stuff created just for you forever floating around here, I understand that my hope of everyone donating even just $1.00 is an impossible expectation.

    But then again…








    Too much, right?


    Sorry ’bout that…


    Please donate what you can, if you can, my friends >> BELIEVE IN LEAVE.

    Thank you.



    • joliesattic 12:20 pm on October 18, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Amazing that just two years earlier I was in Haiti, totally unaware that there was any tension between our countries. My girlfriend and I wandering alone with two Bulgarians, who didn’t speak English but were willing to share a cab with us as we toured the island.

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      • Kurt Brindley 2:40 pm on October 19, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        When were you there? This happened over several years in the beginning to mid- Nineties. And tension wasn’t between the United States and Haiti, per se. The tension was between the international community, armed with a United Nations resolution, and the military dictators who overthrew the democratically elected government of Haiti.

        Of course, the government they overthrew was also allegedly, and most likely, corrupt and vicious towards much of its population so it was all a little muddy.

        Sadly, Haiti has had a very long streak of bad luck before this trouble that LEAVE is set around and which continues on to this day.

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        • joliesattic 3:34 pm on October 19, 2016 Permalink | Reply

          I was there in ’78 so I may have misread the date thinking it was that farther back. I know they stalled our trip because of some unrest in one of the areas we were visiting, but I don’t recall where.


    • Katie Marie 8:59 am on October 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Seaman Recruit Kate signing on board.

      That was meant to be a cute way of saying you have my support lol XD


  • Kurt Brindley 6:19 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    I Am Resolved 

    Kenzaburō Ōe

    Kenzaburō Ōe

    I am not one who dwells on the past, or, at least I try not to; for, unless one is fondly recalling, perhaps in a prayerful moment of divine gratitude, all the wonders and blessings the Begetter On High has begotten one, it is mostly a futile and potentially harmful self-flagellating exercise of ego worship in the negative. However, as hard as I try to stay securely in the now and out of the then, I still do find myself unconsciously lost back yonder from time to time reflecting on my life, and I am highly skeptical of anyone who righteously says in a wispy Eckhart Tolle wannabe voice while meditation bells softly chime in the background that they never do. (Just as I am even more highly skeptical of anyone who says they have complete and whole body faith in anything, be it their favorite sports figure or favorite God figure — we all have our doubts. But I digress…) So, if I were to be in the dwelling-in-my-past kind of mood, and if, while there, I were to dwell down even deeper into that dark danger zone of “what ifs”, I just might wonder what my life would have been like if I were to have had the strength and integrity to commit it to such intellectual rigor and deep thinking as Kenzaburō Ōe has had and has done throughout his highly acclaimed and respected life. Just where would my brain and I be right now? Unfortunately, I can only imagine.

    When I was in my twenties, my mentor Kazuo Watanabe told me that because I was not going to be a teacher or a professor of literature, I would need to study by myself. I have two cycles: a five-year rotation, which centers on a specific writer or thinker; and a three-year rotation on a particular theme. I have been doing that since I was twenty-five. I have had more than a dozen of the three-year periods. When I am working on a single theme, I often spend from morning to evening reading. I read everything written by that writer and all of the scholarship on that writer’s work. ~ Kenzaburo Oe, Paris Review

    I have read much of Ōe’s work and I believe it is some of the finest writing written, deserving all the acclaim and respect it has earned him, including the Akutagawa Prize, Japan’s highest literary honor, and, of course, the Nobel Prize for Literature; however, it is his integrity and commitment to that which he holds dear that I most admire about him. He is an ardent supporter of human rights and proponent for peace, mostly through his lifelong activism for the global elimination of nuclear weapons. But even more than his activism, I admire him mostly for his love and care and complete devotion to his mentally disabled and musically savant adult son Hikari, of whom most of Ōe’s inspiration has been drawn from and much of his writing has been about.

    So, what is one to do when one admires someone as much as I admire the great Kenzaburō Ōe? Emulate the behavior of the one whom is admired, of course.

    And that is what I resolve to do. To emulate Ōe’s behavior of surveying broadly and digging deeply into both an author’s work and life.

    I have decided to commence this resolute commitment of mine with one of the greatest intellects my country, the United States, has begotten: Ralph Waldo Emerson. While familiar with the man and his work on a surface level — an essay here, a poem there, not to mention all the quotes of his that travel and transcend all the ethernets throughout the internet — I have yet to fully discover and understand the man and his work. To begin this discovery and understanding process, I will read first his Complete Essays and Other Writings, followed by (or perhaps even in conjunction with) Oliver Wendell Holmes’s work, Ralph Waldo Emerson: Biography.

    Now, I have no intention of committing to, or even attempting, Ōe’s herculean three-year / five-year schedule; I do, however, intend to read as much of Emerson’s writing, as well as writing about him and his writing, that my way less than Ōe-ian brain can hold. And, I also intend to document this Emersonian commitment of mine here, through the posting of essays and other reflections on my readings. What, or whom, awaits me after I fulfill my Emerson commitment, I am not yet certain. I will let the literature decide.

    Wish me well please, for I may need your encouragement from time to time.

    But, who knows, maybe I won’t need it so much, as I am quite excited about this initiative; for just think of the opportunity I am providing myself – henceforth, a lifetime committed to the full development of my own intellect. Who can predict what joys and benefits I will reap from this effort? Because in twenty-five years when I am close to the age Ōe is now, I don’t want to be able to just imagine where my brain and I will be after such an enduring and fulfilling effort, I want both my brain and me to actually be there. I want to be able to, perhaps in a prayerful moment of divine gratitude, reflect on the twenty-five years gone past, and give thanks for all the additional wonders and blessings that the Begetter On High has begotten me because I was able to have had, if not fully, then at least partially, lived such an admirable life of integrity and commitment as had the great Ōe himself.


    • livingonchi 6:33 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      How exciting, I love Emerson!

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      • Kurt Brindley 6:45 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Great. I invite you along for the journey as I too find it exciting…and a bit intimidating to be honest with you.

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    • zombieaussie 7:21 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Interesting article, Kurt. I think if I had his enlightened approach to life I would be in a different place entirely, for better or worse. When I was younger I wanted to go to Japan and study Shorinji Kempo but didn’t have the courage to make the move. If only … Having said that, in spite of the fact that I didn’t have a life plan or a 3 or 5 year approach to the future I am pretty content with my lot overall. It has been both rough and smooth and I hope there is a lot more of both to come. Now I am in a position to give back to society and am enjoying doing so, perhaps righting things in other people’s lives that I wish someone had been able to do for me in my early years. Whatever we do with it, loving life (no matter who we think is in charge) is the best thing we can do. Pain and happiness are only flip sides of the same coin.
      Thanks for this article :-)

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      • Kurt Brindley 8:07 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Beautiful observations packed full of life’s biggest truths, David. Such a great example you are for giving back as you are. Thank you for sharing this with us, my friend.

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    • jwmcdonough2014 7:49 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Great place to start your resolution, Kurt! I live and work smack in the middle of Thoreau country (Concord, MA), and I think that as huge as Emerson is, he’s still underappreciated. He was at least a century and a half ahead of his time, because we haven’t caught up to him yet…. Jeff

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      • Kurt Brindley 8:03 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Break open the guest room my friend ’cause here I come! My motivation for Emerson comes mostly from my lovely and loving wife, as she studied him in college as an AmLit major and spent some time in your neighborhood as part of her study abroad program. She has been trying to get me to visit with her basically as long as we have known each other; sadly to say I have yet to visit. However, with this new venture of mine, we do, in fact, plan on visiting the Transcendental Turf sometime this year. I look forward to your feedback and rudder corrections as I proceed. Thanks, Jeff.


    • janjoy52 8:25 pm on January 16, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I can see the value of sitting at the feet of the one you so deeply admire. That is the path a true follower takes to fully see into the heart and mind and character–to fully grasp so that some day you will find yourself morphing into the same bent as the one you aspire to truly know and in a sense become. This is what the Apostle Paul meant in his writings to the church at Philippi when he said “not that I’ve already attained but I seek after that for which I have been purchased for. Forgetting what lies behind I stretch forward for the upward call of God In Christ Jesus. ” He was determined to close the gap between him and Jesus. Paul wanted to get into the mind of Christ and into His heart. To truly know Him.

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      • Kurt Brindley 6:18 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Indeed, and beautifully said, janjoy52. What better example to emulate than Jesus’s. Too bad all the religiosity surrounding him and the societal projection we are on moves us further and further away from truly appreciating and understanding him. Thank you for reminding us.

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    • jcckeith 12:28 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I have always been a fan of Emerson and I commend his idealized vision for humanity. As I have gotten older however and experienced more of the inherent evil present in some of humanity I see that his vision could never truly be realized. He believed in the goodness in each individual and that highly structured and restricted society corrupted the purity of people. He believed that only through being allowed to be ourselves and to be self reliant could we truly form a great community.
      While I agree that allowing people to be more self reliant – which seems a contrary idea to current civilized trends of forcing us all to rely on banks and corporations for the products and utilities we require to participate in society – I understand that there must be laws and restrictions for the protection of all. If allowed too much individualization, there are some who would take advantage of this and of others. The government has to have some control over the people and their everyday actions to maintain a standard of living for everyone. Unfortunately we simply cannot rely on the inherent good in people to control their actions towards others as not all people have the same morals and the same conscience.

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      • Kurt Brindley 6:06 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        To me, the beauty of an ideal is not necessarily attaining it, because like perfection, an ideal can rarely be attained, but in knowing that it is there to be striven for. And as far as not all people having the same morals and the same conscience, while those not of mine may frustrate and disappoint and shock and even horrify me at times, all I can say is thank god for that. Thank god for the yin and yang of it all. Thank you for sharing your insightful thoughts with us, jcckeith.

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        • zombieaussie 6:22 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

          Both of you make good points. Firstly I do think the government must take on the mantle of some form of overseer, however in the UK we have plenty of evidence of the nanny state dictating at a much more fine grained level than was ever intended. Making politicians realise that while they are elected and have caviar and lobster at subsidised rates paid for by the electorate, they are not our bosses, however plebian they see us as being.
          Your point Kurt about not being able to attain an ideal is exactly right in my eyes. For many people I encounter, reality is something for other people to worry about and that’s a shame. I try and be the best I can, ideals are something to read about and consider as part of your life plan – someone or something will always obstruct the perfect path!!
          Damn I sound like a preacher! Sorry :-)

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          • Kurt Brindley 7:18 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

            Preach on, preacher, for in me you have an eager disciple. You point directly to the life task at hand for me, zombieaussie: To strive, always, for the ideal all while working to thrive, always, in the real.

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    • myrealjourney 7:43 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Myrealjourney.

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    • SandySays1 8:30 am on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      A really great project. Dogfucous says: It amazes me how many times humans try to reinvent the wheel when they could read about it and find ways to improve it.

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    • 2015chronicles 3:31 pm on January 17, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Godspeed my friend. I promise to follow along.

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    • Robert Mitchell 5:44 am on January 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’ll wager that this undertaking is going to foster some serious creativity. Projects like this always have that affect, on me anyway. I theorize that there is some kind of strange re-verb that takes place inside the mind when you go deep into study. A space opens up inside your head, a quiet internal library within which your own thoughts can be more easily heard to echo.

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  • Kurt Brindley 10:42 am on December 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Happily Disgruntled Writer reflects on the true meaning of Christmas… 

    The Happily Disgruntled Writer



  • Kurt Brindley 7:15 pm on December 18, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: apologies, , artwork, behavior, , , , , , , , , second chances,   



    Sorry ’bout the homework.
    Sorry ’bout the room.
    Sorry ’bout the mix up
    With the chimney and the broom.

    Sorry ’bout the hamster.
    Sorry ’bout the bug.
    Sorry ’bout the purple stain
    In the middle of the rug.

    Sorry ’bout the superglue.
    Sorry ’bout the report card.
    Sorry ’bout the neighbor’s cat
    I buried in the yard.

    Mom, I really am so sorry
    For not behavin’ like I should.
    And if you please just give me one more chance
    I promise I’ll be good.

    Oh yeah…sorry ’bout the china.

    From Poem Man


  • Kurt Brindley 4:18 pm on December 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , , elementary school, , rain, recess, , , , thunder, ,   

    Rainy Day Recess 

    Rainy Day Recess

    Factoring formulas
    And conjugating fables,
    Taking tests
    On Periodic Tables,
    Sure is tough
    And it ain’t always fun,
    But it ain’t so bad
    As long as there’s sun.

    Cuz as long as there is sun
    At least we’re sure
    We can go outside
    And let the sunshine cure
    Our mathematics blues
    And our scientific stress…
    At least for a bit
    During lunch recess.

    But when the day is dark
    And the raindrops are dumpin’,
    And the sky is filled with sparks
    And the thunder is a thumpin’,

    We can’t go out,
    We have to stay inside and—look.
    Instead of kickball
    We get to read a—book.
    Or we can finish up our homework
    Or silently sit and—think.

    Sheesh, days like this
    Sure do stink!

    Stuck indoors
    Can’t be healthy, that’s for sure.
    Cuz trapped inside the school
    We never can cure
    Our mathematics blues
    Or our scientific stress.

    Will there ever be a cure
    For a rainy day recess?

    From Poem Man

    • John W. Howell 4:31 pm on December 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      As a writer, I’m always stuck inside. Enjoyed the poem

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    • Lorna's Voice 7:16 am on December 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Love the drawing, but I’d never be that person. I’m a gal who enjoys a good rainy day. I always say, “It’s a great day to be inside!” As a child, I remember resenting my mother kicking me out of the house by saying, “It’s a beautiful day. Why aren’t you out side playing. Then when I was begrudgingly outside, I didn’t know what to do. I guess I’m just an indoors sort of person!

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    • "Beware the Sleeping Dog" a mystery by k.a. libby 10:39 am on December 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Reading is the cure for the rainy day blues! May I suggest–and here’s where I could add a plug for my own book–but instead I’ll just say, read on, young man, read on!

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    • mojoshawn 11:43 am on December 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very nice prose..and the art truly enhances the mood!

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    • Bumba 1:44 pm on December 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Factoring equations and periodic tables! Nice poem.


    • dbp49 8:09 pm on December 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      To tell you the truth, I would even prefer to read a book outdoors. The indoors has always felt just a little too confining for me. Nice poem, and I definitely share the sentiment.


  • Kurt Brindley 3:11 pm on December 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 7000000000, artwork, , existing, , low pressure, , people, , , rejoice, world population,   

    Another rainy day 

    rain drop

    Another rainy day
    Yet as
    As it is
    In all its
    Low Pressure
    Depression —

    A Cause to
    And to
    Celebrate Life
    And all its many
    Vagaries —

    All I can do is
    Sit here and
    7,000,000,000 of
    Are out there
    Some in the
    Some not
    But You are out there
    7,000,000,000 of
    As I sit

    • PaulXylinides, May the mermaids sing to you ... 3:55 pm on December 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Cloud of Being

      You are a rain drop
      Among seven billion
      other drops of rain

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    • PaulXylinides, May the mermaids sing to you ... 4:38 pm on December 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Too much!

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    • Jami 1:28 am on December 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I love the rain. Here in holland that’s pretty much all it does so I am lucky! I also wrote a little something about it earlier in November called Dutch Autumn.

      Sometimes when it’s cloudy for days, I think of people in tropical locations, and I conclude that they must actually live on another planet. Sunny weather becomes unfathomable to me.

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      • Kurt Brindley 11:31 am on December 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Yesterday was so dreary when I wrote that poem. Today the sun is out and shining so brightly it almost hurts. The difference between the two is harsh, rather shocking.

        Such contrasts is why I love life so much.

        Thank you for reading and especially for leaving such an interesting, poetic comment, Jami.


    • jamborobyn 6:53 pm on December 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I am big fan of the weather, particularly rain and sunshine and clouds and wind and… you get the picture. Some people seem to get frustrated when it’s raining, so I frequently give a big smile to strangers wrestling with umbrellas (which always makes me laugh) and say “We’ve got weather today, excellent!”

      Love the poem, thank you

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      • Kurt Brindley 11:14 pm on December 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, I’ve always enjoyed the weather and its changes and its extremes.

        I’m happy you enjoyed the poem, jamborobyn. Thank you for letting me know. It means a lot to me.


  • Kurt Brindley 12:00 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Summing Up Maugham's OF HUMAN BONDAGE 

    by W. Somerset Maugham

    RATING: ★ ★ ★ ★

    W. Somerset Maugham

    W. Somerset Maugham

    I suppose the easiest, and quickest, way to sum up Maugham’s OF HUMAN BONDAGE would be to write something along the lines of “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,” which is certainly the case for the story’s protagonist, Phillip Carey.

    If, however, that was all I wrote, then not only would I be overly brief in this review (which probably is not a bad thing), I would also be overly unoriginal since we all know the above quote belongs to the great Henry David Thoreau.

    Unfortunately, because I do not have Thoreau’s genius for writing simply (which requires skill and patience that most writers, to include me, do not possess), I will have to deploy many more words than just Thoreau’s for my own summing up of Maugham’s masterpiece.

    But what Thoreau wrote so poetically is undeniably what the essence of Maugham’s story is about:


    Carey, born with a clubbed foot and who grows up to be shy and insecure because of it, lives a life yearning to be someone he can never be, to love someone whom he can never love, and to be somewhere other than where he happens to be.

    His yearnings, we find, go mostly unfulfilled.

    What I enjoy most about the story is Maugham’s descriptive ability. His writing magically places me deep within the England and the Germany and the France of the early twentieth century. I can hear the cart wheels rolling along the cobble-stoned streets. I can see the crowded, smoke-filled cafe. I can taste the absinthe and feel the immediate allure and rush as it blissfully numbs away the bite of reality.

    What I enjoy least about the story is Carey’s excessively drawn-out infatuation with Mildred Rogers, the cruel and insensitive simpleton who fancies herself to be of a station in life much higher than the one she is unable to escape, no matter how hard she tries. While she does not have the capacity to improve her lot in life through earnest devices and effort, she does have enough smarts about her to understand early on in her relationship with Carey that she has a power over him from which he is also unable to escape no matter how hard he tries. She uses and abuses Carey with her power so often and for so long that I found myself becoming impatient and bored with, not only Carey’s unbelievable weakness, but with the story as a whole. However, by that point, I was already deeply hooked, addicted to the tale and desperate to know whether Carey would find a way to ween himself from his deadly addiction to Rogers, or if he would die unfulfilled and, as Oliver Wendell Holmes writes in his poem “The Voiceless,” with his music still in him.

    While I find the tortuous, one-sided love affair between Carey and Rogers to be a bit too much, through it I am reminded that any unhealthy dependency, be it our dependency on love, on money, on drugs, or on whatever, often takes us down a long and troubling path that, if we stay on it, will eventually lead us to the point of our destruction. And it usually is not until we nearly reach that point that we are finally able to realize just how destructive our dependency, our yearning, really is. Only then, if we are lucky or blessed or both (for unfortunately, many are unable to stop before reaching the point of their destruction and continue helplessly, fatally on), can we find the strength to separate ourselves from that which is destroying us and begin on a path to recovery.

    But I guess that’s how life goes, and how it has always gone throughout the desperate ages — if we do not somehow find a way to come to peace with our satiated yearnings, our unrequited desires, they will most likely be the sad and desperate songs we sing until we finally, and at last, are placed within our cold and lonely graves.


    Rating System:
    ★ = Unreadable
    ★ ★ = Poor Read
    ★ ★ ★ = Average Read
    ★ ★ ★ ★ = Outstanding Read
    ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ = Exceptional Read
    • PaulXylinides, May the mermaids sing to you ... 12:46 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Enjoyed your review Kurt. Of Human Bondage, that I read ages ago, is a work that remains in one’s mind as a reference point not only as a cautionary tale about the very real bondage humans can fall into with each other but also as a descriptive of that particular human psychological frailty whereby one literally loses oneself to another in a kind of metaphysical self-abandonment. For the power of the writing, as I seem to recall, and its clear-eyed understanding, I’d give it five stars, or maybe 4 1/2 – since Cormac McCarthy has always to have ascendency.


      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 1:28 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Yeah, I first read OHB back in my early twenties. I reread it again (this review is actually a couple years old – posted it again since it’s review day and since no one read it back then) because I didn’t really remember what it was about but it had always left me with this surreal, unsettling feeling. I like it a lot – 4 stars is pretty high for me – but THE MOON AND SIXPENCE is by far my favorite of his. You can get for free if you, or anyone else, are interested here.

        I’ve only read THE ROAD by CM. I thoroughly enjoyed it – no other book creeped out like that one – but, even though I’d give it at least a 4, maybe a 5, it obviously wasn’t enough to make me go out and read any of his other stuff. Guess I need to read some of his other work to see what all the hoopla is about. “No Country for Old Men” is an okay movie but the movie adaptation of his play “The Sunset Limited” is really good.


    • mcasale2014 1:06 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This book is not nearly as much fun as the title makes it sound like it is!

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    • lpishere 3:31 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Tried reading some of his writing years ago but I don’t think I was open enough to it. Will try again on your recommendation. Great sketch by the way! Really like the attitude of the chin.

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      • Kurt Brindley 3:43 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I don’t know if you saw my comment to Paul, but my favorite of Maugham’s is The Moon and Sixpence. I would recommend that before OHB, especially if one is an art enthusiast. There is a link to a free Kindle version of it. But OHB really is worth the read as well. He’s an amazing writer.

        I’m glad you like the sketch. Thank you for the kind words. I believe I drew it from his memoir THE SUMMING UP, which is a recommended read for anyone, but especially for writers. As for the chin, yeah, it speaks to his sassy nature quite well. There are a couple interview videos of him out there. He’s very old school British – prim and proper – and I got a good laugh out of the interviews.

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  • Kurt Brindley 8:42 am on December 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    March Headlong Into the Wind 

    March Headlong Into the Wind

    HERCULES GONE MAD – PART ONE: Rebels for Love



  • Kurt Brindley 6:10 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , Authors Unknown, , e. e. cummings, John Keats, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Percy Bysshe Shelley, , , , , Walt Whitman,   

    The Truck Drivin’ Poet 

    The Truck Drivin' Poet

    I once knew an old truck driver
    Who’d been drivin’ a rig all his life.
    And he never knew a single worry.
    Nor was he ever bothered with strife.

    His life was oh so relaxin’.
    As for stress, he just didn’t know it.
    He had not a care in the world,
    For he was a truck drivin’ poet.

    When traffic was backed up for miles
    And he was in a rush to get through,
    Instead of getting all upset,
    Here’s all he would ever do:

    Into his citizens band radio mike
    He’d recite a verse or two
    Of Blake, Shelley, cummings, or Whitman.
    To him any old poet would do.

    Cuz it’s poetry that kept him so happy,
    And kept his life completely carefree.
    It’s poetry that taught him ’bout livin’,
    And that life’s what he makes it to be.

    But when he recited the oldies
    The other truckers would always complain.
    Cuz to them those old poets were so boring.
    They made staying awake such a strain.

    The truckers wanted poems with attitude—
    Poems that would make them tap their toes.
    They didn’t want to be bored and befuddled
    By such pitilessly pretentious prose.

    The Truck Drivin’ Poet wasn’t offended.
    It happened to him all the time.
    So he stopped recitin’ Ferlingetti
    And started recitin’ poets who rhymed.

    He recited poems that had rhythm,
    And poems with discernible beats.
    And soon the truckers were much happier
    Than they had been while listening to Keats.

    Now Keats, himself, had some rhythm
    (And the truckers did give him a try).
    But for them he was way too Romantic
    And his poems just a little too dry.

    What those truckers wanted to hear
    Were poems with a lively, snappy tone.
    Shel Silverstein pleased them the most.
    Second were the Authors Unknown.

    And what they wanted he’d sure try to give ’em.
    Cuz all he ever wanted to do
    Was to make them truck drivers happy
    So they’d know not a worry, too.

    For he knew truck drivin’ wasn’t easy—
    It’s tough drivin’ a rig every day.
    And that’s why he recited them poetry—
    To help drive their troubles away.

    From Poem Man

    • constancecarlsen1 6:12 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I enjoyed that!

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    • Timothy Price 6:42 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Have you ever read the Icelandic Sagas? Lots of poetry in them. Egil (pronounced Aeo), the subject of Egil’s Saga, was a warrior and poet who after he lost his brother and son was ready to give up because he thought the gods had given him nothing. Then he realized the gods gave him language so he could speak and compose words into poems. It is a great gift he realized as his poems live to this day.

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 6:45 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        No, never heard of it. But it sounds like its right in my wheelhouse. Will definitely check it out. Thanks.


        • Timothy Price 6:55 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          There are lots of sagas to be enjoyed. Many people have a hard time reading them because the writing seems too unstructured and chaotic. But they are really well written and portray the lives and interactions of viking families, so they are complex, often convoluted and unpredictable — basically stories about life.

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          • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 7:02 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

            Yeah man, sounds great. I’m all about Vikings. I could go on and on about my Viking heritage. Surprised I never heard of this saga. Were you stationed at Iceland at any point, or just a Viking aficionado?

            I presume this is a good place to start? http://www.sagadb.org/


            • Timothy Price 7:35 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink

              Literary to begin with, but now my wife is studying Old Norse and doing research on the saga and translating parts of the sagas as part of her current classes in linguistics. Never been to Iceland, but it’s definitely on our list.

              That site is a good place to start. The translations are old, but that’s not to say they are bad.

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            • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 8:24 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink

              Ah, yes. Her Professorship… Sounds good. Thanks for the knowledge.


    • Mary Jane Kinkade 7:41 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I love Shel Silverstein! You are very talented!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Marissa Bergen 8:16 pm on November 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Your poetry is so much fun. The first time I saw it, I wasn’t sure that Poem Man was you! Good to know!

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    • Hanne T. Fisker 1:34 pm on November 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      so very brilliant!

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 1:40 pm on November 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I’m so happy you think so, Hanne. Thank you for reading and taking the time to leave such an inspiring comment. :)

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        • Hanne T. Fisker 1:46 pm on November 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          You are most welcome, Kurt. I read your poem in much synchronicity with much recent pondering on the liberating freedom in not being affected by circumstances, not talking about ignoring them but by ‘playing’ with them in your own way, as your truck driver. I enjoyed it much :)

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          • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 3:46 pm on November 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

            Such a beautiful expression, Hanne. As is your website such a beautiful expression of Poetics & Art, and the Freedom of and from Life instilled & inspired by such…

            Thank you.

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    • andersoncasandra 11:20 am on November 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Inspiring and fun! Shel Silverstein is one of my favorites too.

      Liked by 1 person

    • leamuse 12:55 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you for choosing to follow one of my blogs. I hope you continue to enjoy the posts.


    • dbp49 8:08 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      So if I don’t want to miss that truck-driving poet, I guess I gotta get me one of them CB Radidio thangs? Lol.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley 10:07 pm on December 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Back in the Seventies, those CB thangs were quite popular, if I remember correctly.

        Liked by 1 person

        • dbp49 2:57 am on December 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          Actually, I’ve owned a couple of them in my life. I also forgot to tell you how much I loved your poem. So you see, at 57 my memory isn’t what she used to be. Lol.

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  • Kurt Brindley 8:00 pm on November 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , , , , , , New Wave, , , , ,   

    You know, sometimes it’s okay to meet your hero… 


    George Winston in pencil with graphic design


    Most of what little refinement I have can be attributed to my lovely and loving wife.

    I would say all of it could be attributed to her, but I do have a pretty good three-object juggling technique that I’ve worked hard on over the years to perfect.

    Metaphorically speaking, the wife can juggle just about anything thrown her way; non-metaphorically speaking, however, she’s not a juggler by any stretch of the imagination.

    But other than my juggling skills, just about anything else refined about me — especially anything artistic or intellectual — more than likely has its foundation somewhere within in my wife’s lovely and loving intellectual and artistic brain.

    For instance, my love and appreciation of George Winston’s music is wholly responsible to my wife.

    My wife and I met waay back in the Eighties. And waay back in the Eighties when we first met, my brain was only used to hearing such base, animalistic music as Led Zeppelin and The Smiths and Tom Waits and, unfortunately, all that New Wave pain with its fake drum machines and stoopid hairdos that was inflicting itself upon humanity at that time.

    But after I met my wife and we started dating, she immediately introduced me to something strange and different. Something called Classical Music.

    She introduced me to all the masters, of course…Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Mendelssohn, and, my favorite, Vivaldi, among others…

    And she also introduced me to some contemporary Classical Cat named George Winston.

    Yeah, that cat was not just classically Big in Japan (like that slick Tom Waits reference?), he was huge in Japan. Immense.

    And I listened to Autumn and the rest, as they love to say, is musical history.

    And I have been a huge, immense, fan of his ever since.

    George Winston and me

    Guess who’s the lucky guy

    I remember when mp3 players first came out. This was at the turn of the century; several years before the iPod.

    I bought one for my daughter and my eldest son.

    But since these mp3 players were new and all the copying of the CDs and uploading of the files was so tedious and technical at the time (Apple hadn’t yet come along to tell us that these new players were going to be important and all the copying and uploading would become second nature to us), the kids didn’t get much value from them.

    So I assumed control, first over my son’s (my daughter was older so her giving up on her mp3 player would come several weeks after my son’s giving up). And I loaded all our George Winston CDs onto it. And then I pressed “Play” and it never stopped playing his music for the next, oh I don’t know, three months or so.


    We just kept George Winston’s music on. Day and night.

    It was magical.

    And after the son’s player died from exhaustion, I loaded up the daughter’s and George’s music continued to play, day and night, until it, too, eventually bought the technological farm, so to speak, from overuse.

    My sister and her family came to stay with us for a few months during this period of George Winston as the soundtrack of our daily living. She mentioned not too long ago that one of the things she remembers most from that time was the beauty of George’s music constantly playing. Day and night.

    Grand memories they are when they come with a soundtrack.

    A few years ago, George came through York, PA, and played its Strand Capital Performing Arts Center. The wife and I went to see him perform for the first time as part of a wedding anniversary treat.

    And what a treat it was. But we didn’t stick around after the performance to try to meet him. To be honest, I didn’t think anyone of his stature (An example of his stature is illustrated by the fact that he has close to 2 million followers on Soundcloud. Soundcloud! My guess is many of you haven’t even heard of Soundcloud, yet he still has such a following there.) would bother coming out afterwards to meet his fans.

    Boy* was I wrong…

    My wife, as artistically and intellectually talented as she is, writes and photographs for a Japanese travel website. And when she discovered that George Winston was once again making his way through our neck of the woods, she boldly (she is completely fearless) sent out interview requests to him.

    And he responded positively and kindly said to make all interview arrangements with a member of his team.

    Which she did.

    And just like that my wife and, by extension, I were going to be able to meet this long-time musical hero of ours.

    The show was magical, of course. Sublime…

    As we were waiting for it to begin, I couldn’t help but overhear all the conversations going on around me. It was interesting, and rather amazing, that they all were basically saying the same thing: How they have been long-time fans of George’s and how important his music has been to their lives.


    How wonderful life is that there are such people who can make it so wonderful…

    George is one of those wonderful people.

    And he would be such a person just by his musical contributions alone.

    But, I’ve come to find out, that he is such a wonderful person even had he not been the genius of a musician that he is.

    After the show, the wife and I, somewhat nervously, went down to the stage to wait for this wonderful musician.

    And so did a gaggle of other dedicated fans.

    As I waited for him to come out, I wondered how we all, this gaggle of fanboys and girls, would be received.

    To be honest, I was a little worried.

    This man and his music have been such a solid, foundational element of my life for so long — over thirty years — and that of the life of the woman I love the most, that I was worried that we were going to be disappointed in him as a person.

    How many times have I heard that old saw of a saying, Never meet your heroes.

    Forget how many times I’ve heard it, lord only knows how many times I, personally, have said it.

    I, the skeptic’s skeptic, can be very skeptical of the human species, to say the least.

    I’ve always had a short list, a very short list of heroes.

    Mostly I believe heroes are for kids.

    Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny…

    Make believe.

    I didn’t really believe that George Winston could live up to all that my wife and I had built him up to be.

    And I was worried that my most lovely and loving wife would be let down, hurt even, because of it.

    But then George came walking out as if he hadn’t just played his heart out for the last two hours.

    As if he hadn’t been performing for the last thirty years or so.

    As if he were really looking forward to meeting with those who were so anxiously waiting to meet him.

    George came out with a bounce in his step and the most welcoming of smiles.

    And he headed head first into the waiting gaggle and he shook hands and he hugged and he signed autographs and he took pictures as if he truly enjoyed doing it.

    And he did enjoy it.

    It was so easy to tell…

    By the twinkle in his eye and the ever-present smile on his face, it was so completely obvious that he did really enjoy meeting with us who were so looking forward to meeting with him.

    And finally, after all the hand-shaking and all the hugging and all the autographing and all the picture taking, the gaggle went on its merry and mesmerized way…

    And then he turned to my wife.

    And I thought, okay, how is he going to respond to someone who has come not just to worship, which we of course did, but to also question him and photograph him for a purpose beyond just pure fandom.

    Ha ha ha…

    He didn’t even think twice about it.

    His eye lost not a glimmer of its twinkle, nor did his smile lessen the least bit in its broadness.

    He, much to my wife’s amazement and joy (and of course mine..but especially the wife’s), treated her to, quite literally, the time of her life.

    George Winston and the wife

    I could go on and on in very vivid detail how impressive George Winston is. I could because I saw it first-hand, up close and personal for very near an hour. I watched in awe as he reminisced and laughed and joked – oh lordy is he a funny guy – and impressed us with his knowledge of Japan (he has been to the country twenty-six times and has visited over sixty cities) and its language and his humorous outlook on some of the funny quirks and peculiarities of the Japanese way of life; and I watched especially awed as he performed in his own unique and beautiful way traditional Japanese songs just for my wife…

    While she sang to him!


    I could go on and on…it was just that special.

    It was just that magical.

    But I guess it would be better for me to just stop here so I can begin reflecting upon that most magical of evenings.

    Yes, I truly am the lucky guy, for I now have the memory of a lifetime, a magical memory, one starring a true hero, and one with the most beautiful of soundtrack from which I will be able to draw upon and play over and over again in my theater of a mind for the rest of my long and lucky life.

    George Winston Autograph


    *non-gender specific



    A selection and sample of George Winston’s work

    The Official George Winston Site

    Follow George Winston on Facebook

    Follow George Winston on Soundcloud

    • Priyanki 8:35 pm on November 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Wow! It would have been such a euphoric moment for you both.
      Listening to the soundtrack now with my family. Thanks for sharing.
      A down to earth man is sure a real Hero.

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    • hong kong fong 9:07 pm on November 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      This was such a fun read, what a lovely story! Thanks so much for sharing. Sounds like an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime, tell-the-grandkids kind of story. How wonderful also that you and your wife were able to share this experience.

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    • Julia Manuel 10:55 pm on November 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      New Wave pain – guffaw!

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    • Julia Manuel 11:07 pm on November 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Tears of joy. Really. Beautiful tribute…I’m thrilled you literally had the time of your life with the love of your life.

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    • Mormon Soprano 12:32 am on November 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Oh, how cool! I’m going to link my recent post of George Winston’s “Thanksgiving” to this post right now. I loved reading about your musical Genesis and epic hero encounter with the man & legend. Wow. Did you happen to tape record the session? I’d enjoy hearing your wife singing to George! :)

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 12:44 am on November 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Ha ha…yes I did; however, I am not going to post it out of respect for both George and my wife, seeing that it was a rather personal moment. I will say though that it was a very beautiful duo. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post, Mormon Soprano, and I really appreciate you taking the time to say so. :)

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    • Ipuna Black 2:17 am on November 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I think music is so inspiring. I also loved how you talked so highly of your wife. That is precious. Thank you for sharing!

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    • Kate B 2:47 am on November 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      :) Thank you for this, and you’re so right… aspiring to meet our heroes is beautiful.

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    • Fadak Almashat 7:17 am on November 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      OMG this is great!!!!!

      Liked by 2 people

    • athenauae 1:42 am on November 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Loved your opening lines! It takes an extraordinary man to appreciate a woman like that; so happy for you … meeting one’s hero sure is a once-in-a-lifetime experience …

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 10:14 am on November 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Ah, thank you for reading and, especially, for taking the time to let me know how the read impacted you. I really appreciate it, athenauae. :)


    • Megi 11:17 am on November 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on HappyNest in America and commented:


    • Sue M. 9:11 pm on November 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks for sharing your story Kurt! I enjoyed hearing both of your versions of the evening- sounds like it was a wonderful night!

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 9:40 pm on November 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I’m so happy you enjoyed them, Sue. Thank you for reading and for taking the time to leave me such a nice note. Yes, truly wonderful. :)


    • k~ 7:38 pm on October 6, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Many years ago I was able to see him in concert in a small town in Montana. I also became a fan and have listened to him ever since. The music is indeed “magical.”

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  • Kurt Brindley 11:01 am on November 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , follow through, , , , , , ,   

    The Happily Disgruntled Writer reflects on discipline and follow through… 

    The Happily Disgruntled Writer



  • Kurt Brindley 12:01 am on November 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , advisors, artwork, , , know it alls, , , , , ,   

    My Friend, My Advisor 

    My Friend, My Advisor

    You’re always giving me advice,
    You must think that I’m really dumb.
    Cuz you advise me on just about everything,
    From books to bubble gum.

    You know, I’m really not so clueless.
    My head is not filled with just air.
    Please stop telling me how to dress,
    And how I should wear my hair.

    To prove your point you’re willing to fight
    About anything—even Parchezee!
    You ALWAYS act as if you are ALWAYS right. . .
    You know, it makes me rather queasy.

    So please stop acting like my advisor,
    And like you always know best.
    And please just shut your mouth, that’s all,
    So my ears can get some rest.

    Well, you’ll be my advisor until the end,
    In my mind there is no doubt.
    Still, I do want to keep you as a friend,
    It’s just your advice I can do without.

    From Poem Man



  • Kurt Brindley 10:18 am on November 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , girls, , , , , , , , , ,   



    I like bubble gum.
    I like bats.
    I like baseballs
    And cowboy hats.

    I like mudcakes.
    I like moles.
    I like mountain bikes
    And deep, dark holes.

    I like tinker toys.
    I like tag.
    I like tadpoles
    And greasy, dirty rags.

    I like football.
    I like fightin’.
    I like fishin’,
    Especially when they’re bitin’.

    I like snakes.
    And my backyard squirrel.
    But it’s me I like the best
    Cuz I am a girl!

    From Poem Man

  • Kurt Brindley 6:30 pm on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, flu, flues, , , onomatopoeia, , , , , , sounds, ,   

    Onomatopoeia Flu 


    A sniffle a snort
    A wheeze and a sneeze
    A belch a burp and a moan.

    A slurp a sigh
    A hiss and a buzz
    A babble a wow and a groan.

    An utter a sputter
    A mumble and a grumble
    A barf a spit and a spew.

    A cough a hack
    A hum and a yawn
    A sheesh then finally…a whew!

    There are flues that can make smoke float up,
    And there are flues that can make folks lie down.
    But the Onomatopoeia Flu is the only flu
    That can make you make really weird sounds.

    From Poem Man



  • Kurt Brindley 10:20 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , , , , , , , , , wrting humor   

    The Happily Disgruntled Writer reflects on the various Indie Author marketing strategies… 




    • M-R 11:57 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      So what does a ‘real’ author do when his/her publisher doesn’t lift a marketing finger …?

      Liked by 2 people

      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 12:05 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I wouldn’t know… I’m one of those wannabe hacks the HDW loathes. I guess you real writers need to work that “problem” out amongst yourselves ;)

        Liked by 2 people

        • M-R 2:21 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          I’ve done what I can, and now I’m sick to death of the whole bloody thing.
          People who read it like it, and I may well have to be satisfied with those few into whom I’ve planted the seed: I’ve even grown tired of the library talks.

          Liked by 1 person

      • rod 4:04 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        You would have to market on your own account and/or move to a better publisher for future titles.

        Liked by 1 person

        • M-R 5:06 am on November 8, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          It was a rhetorical question, in truth, Rod – I’m an irritating person. :D
          There will be no future titles.
          And I’ve done what I can, with delightful results via my blog,
          being someone with absolutely no disposable income.

          Liked by 1 person

    • jessmbaum 9:42 am on November 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Everyone’s a writer now, so we all have to be promoters and vie for attention. I HATE it. haha

      Liked by 1 person

  • Kurt Brindley 12:17 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , colors, , , , , , , , , senses,   

    Listen To The Colors 

    Listen To The Colors

    Listen to the colors
    For they have so much to say.
    You’ll be surprised at what you hear
    If you don’t let your fears get in the way.

    Listening to the colors
    Takes more than just your ears.
    You must listen with all your senses,
    For colors are hard to hear.

    Listen closely to all the colors,
    For each message from them is new.
    What the colors say to me
    They might not say to you.

    Best listen to every color,
    All the purples, pinks, and greens.
    For the colors are all our tomorrows:
    They’ll be painting every scene.

    Please listen to the colors.
    And listen closely every day.
    For if we aren’t listening to their message
    They might just go away.

    From Poem Man



  • Kurt Brindley 11:43 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , artwork, cirlces, , , digital pad, digital pen, , , , Wacom   

    So I gots me a new Wacom Digital Pad & Pen and if you all think my metaphorical water has been less than calm to date…well, stand by for heavy rolls, shipmates 

    Heavy Rolls



    • M-R 11:52 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      All a bit too metaphysical for me. [grin]

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 1:04 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Yeah, I might have taken a god or two’s name in vain in process of drawing those circles. It ain’t as easy as it looks…at least not to me…not yet.


    • iantimothy1 5:41 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      nice got one – devil to use – and worth the learning curve..

      Liked by 1 person

    • mojoshawn 8:03 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Very cool device! I’m looking forward to seeing your creations!

      Liked by 1 person

    • Linda Arthur Tejera 9:23 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Your eyes are getting drowsy….you’re feeling relaxed….Oooo, I love those colors! :D

      Liked by 1 person

    • jimplex 10:59 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Congrats on the tablet! Which one did you get? I’d been using a Cintiq for years, but it burned out no less than 2 video accelerators in 2 different computers (at least I THINK it was the video accelerator–either way, both computers started pretending the Cintiq wasn’t connected.) I’m using an Intuos now.

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 10:52 pm on November 6, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Ha ha, actually I’m not sure. It’s really my son’s. I’ll have to check. Yeah, I can imagine someone with your skill would burn right through those things. But to me, it’s rather difficult to use. Will probably just stick to scratching out my stuff on good ol’ paper.

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        • jimplex 11:58 am on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          I still haven’t found a good substitute for the real thing–everything I do always starts out in a sketchbook. The nice thing about today’s world: you can enjoy them both for what each of them can do!


    • H Schlagen 5:45 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Cool, got myself the same thing, but discovered I’m to stubborn to use it, because it#s a simple model which no screen on it. I cannot synchronize my hand with my eyes watching the monitor. So I gave up and gave it to my daughter, she is thirteen and got no problems.

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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 6:32 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Ha ha…funny. I’m pretty much the exact opposite. It’s my sons and I kind of “borrowed” it from him. And yeah, it’s not that easy to use so we’ll have to see how it goes, if I’ll be able to pick up on all its quirks and intricacies…


    • the worm keeper 11:31 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      How do you like it? I’ve been drawing stuff on my phone. It works, sort of. But I’m not going to lie; it’s a little annoying at times.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 11:38 pm on November 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        It’s kind of hard. Even drawing those circles took some doing. But I’m just a hacker when it comes to drawing anyway so I’ll hack at it the best I can from time to time. Mostly I’ll probably stick to pen(cil) and paper. It’s a lot easier.


    • Bob 1:37 am on December 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Try this out for fun. I watched him work on his Intuos & Mac Lap. Currently the site is down till next year, but worth the wait http://markludy.com/

      Liked by 1 person

  • Kurt Brindley 12:20 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , AVi Steinberg, , , , , , , , , , , writing philosophy   

    The Happily Disgruntled Writer compares and contrasts differing philosophies on what it means to be a writer… 



    • Laura L. 2:00 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “Go be a professional snowboarder—that’s also marvelously pointless, and the parties are better.” :D

      I had a horrible college prof in design who claimed that unless your work could hang in the Louvre there was no point in doing it. Presumably that is why he was teaching? Young and insecure that idiot affected me tremendously, to the point where I gave up painting in lieu of panic attacks when I tried. That idiocy pervaded through a lot of creative work. If I couldn’t be perfect I wouldn’t do. I didn’t write, I didn’t write poetry, I didn’t paint, I didn’t… If I tried I was a basket case.

      The good news is that I have no illusions about ever being a professional writer. Now with the :::cough::: wisdom with mild :::cough::: aging, I have finally started putting some of that nonsense to rest. I’m not trying to make a living. I would love to write a perfect story and I intend to improve and learn and practice. I don’t have to suffer for my art, well, not too much.

      I still can’t pick up a paint brush though. Working on it.


      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 7:01 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Dang, sounds like a real jerk of a professor. I’m pretty sure just about everyone has insecurities when it comes to putting their heartfelt creations out there for all to see and possibly criticize, but it sounds like this less than professorial prof had some serious and deep insecurities, ones that could only be alleviated by inflicting and instilling them in others. Geez, maybe you should write a poem or book using his name in a ridiculing manner, kinda like how Lynyrd Skynyrd took their high school gym teacher’s name Leonard Skinner because he gave them such a hard time for their long hair and whatnot.

        Better yet, paint a smashing caricature of him.

        Own him.


    • Tieme 11:12 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Sorry Kurt, I might read the article later. I am really tired and was just browsing WordPress for some nice pictures to look at. But this cartoon reminds me of a Dutch song by two singers called Acda & De Munnik. The song is called “Miss you” (Mis ik jou). The song is about the singer always wanted to feel the blues, so he could sing the greatest song and translate the worst pain into words. He always imagined himself after a break-up or heavy incident in life and singing about the bad thing that happened to him: “I can see myself, sitting in front of a window, with a full moon and a glass of red wine and I sing the most heartbreaking songs. But now I finally have the “blues”, I don’t like it.”

      They have some great songs, really mocking writers at Starbucks and such.

      Well, of to get some rest, have a good day sir!


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      • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 11:16 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        And there you have just expressed the soul and motivation of The Happily Disgruntled Writer. You captured him perfectly, Tieme. Now, I must find this intriguing duo called Acda & De Munnik. Sleep well, my friend.

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        • Tieme 11:24 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          Thanks mate :-) It’s 17:15 o’clock right now, so traveling home from work. Some eating, and I think a 5 mile run and then some sleep :)

          I don’t know how it feels to want pain – well get to think about, we all are psychological masochists in some way and for whatever reason. We all know too how it feels to want to get rid of pain though ;) What I like about the song: it isn’t all negative, in the end they sing: “The blues is great, if you have somebody waiting for you”.


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          • Kurt Brindley ✍ ✄ ✍ 11:58 am on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

            You don’t know how it feels to “want pain”?! Are you kidding me…you’re voluntarily going on a 5 mile run! If that isn’t wanting pain I don’t what is… :) Yeah man, I def agree about the psychological masochists…that’s why sad songs and novels fair so well. We are the most happy when someone is making us poetically miserable…


    • Lorna's Voice 12:32 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      :) Or should I say :( ?

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  • Kurt Brindley 10:44 am on November 2, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , artwork, , , , , , , NaBloPoMo, , ,   

    Just when the Happily Disgruntled Writer thought that, with NaNoWriMo, he had witnessed the least attractive acronym in the history of acronyms… 



  • Kurt Brindley 6:11 pm on November 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: artwork, , , , , , , , , , snow angels, thunderclouds, wiffle ball,   

    Wiffle Bats 

    Wiffle Bats

    Wiffle bats, baseball hats,
    Touch football,

    Flowers in the spring,
    Leaves in the fall,

    Climbing up the neighbor’s tree,
    Swimming in the lake,

    A mug of hot chocolate,
    A barbecued steak,

    Catching frogs and fireflies,
    Angels in the snow,

    Nighttime crickets chirping,
    Thunderclouds so low,

    Whistling with my fingers,
    Chewing on some grass,

    The seasons as they come,
    And the seasons as they pass.

    Wiffle bats, baseball hats,
    Touch football,

    I love so many things in life,
    I couldn’t name them all.

    From Poem Man

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