Robert (gurdonark) wrote,


"There is an abiding beauty which may be appreciated by those who will see things as they are and who will ask for no reward except to see".-Vera Brittain

I spent my early evening reading "Poet's Market",about a world of places to submit poems. I like the way that each magazine's guidelines can be so different than another magazine's guidelines. "Publishable poetry" is so often a matter of finding a magazine whose taste is like one's own. I decided that rather than thinking about poetry, I would write a few poems, and did so in the side journal I maintain for this purpose. Today I read old entries in my weblog, and old comments I made in other weblogs. Weblog entries I remember as being from long ago I find took place only a year or less ago. Each day of a weblog is like a year in junior high school. I played chess at the Free Internet Chess Server, but my play was in the main uninspired. I seem to tread water at a very mediocre level in my on-line blitz chess. I admit that three minutes per side per game is not my best playing tempo.
I'm thinking sheepishly about how opinionated I am, but mutton-headedly insisting to myself that this is just part of who I am.

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