tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28350608303324405642008-04-26T00:25:42.845-04:00Bob KBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-68074856870710991972008-04-25T23:25:00.003-04:002008-04-26T00:25:42.874-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/devildogmoon-757476.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/devildogmoon-756595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />devil dog rides<br />on all fours tonight<br />he dreams of the moon,<br />the delights of the lunarisms.<br />perhaps tomorrow<br />he'll finally tell master<br />that he will no longer<br />fetch the paper,<br />roll over,<br />or beg...<br /><br />instead,<br />he'll rip out<br />the throat of his<br />tormentor<br /><br />maybe then the voices will stop<br />while he howls at the too high too bright<br />moon.Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-55107485990131535922008-04-23T21:02:00.001-04:002008-04-23T21:10:12.284-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Write</span><br /><br />a trail of your life found between<br />ink stains, hurried, barely legible scratchings, misspellings,<br />and grammatical butchery.<br /><br />what?<br />what's... that...there on that page...?<br /><br />-here,<br />your first love leaving,<br />-there,<br />a birth of a child,<br />-somewhere else,<br />struggle for sanity...<br />writing for whom?<br />rereading the past<br />don't you <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">know</span> how it all<br />comes out?<br />hmmph, not until I<br />write the ending...<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love fountain pens...!</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/keene06a-725830.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/keene06a-725500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When I'm writing my prose/thoughts/therapeutic rants, I usually do so with a fountain pen- why? Because I love the feel of the nib on paper (<a href="http://www.moleskine.com/index_eng.php">usually a Moleskine large sketch pad</a>) I have several favorite pens, but my two most used are a <a href="http://www.namiki.com/collections/pilotVanishingPoint_RA.php">Pilot Vanishing Point</a> and a vintage Keene Pen:<div> </div><div> </div><div>Of course what attracted me to it was the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">name</span>:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Keene </span>as in Bob Keene!</span></span></div><div>The nib is a moderate flex, gives quite a different appearance depending on the amount of pressure exerted and the angle one holds it in. Holds quite alot of ink, good heft and well balanced. The Keene Pen company was located in NYC and went out of production sometime in the 40's or 50's I believe....<br /><br />I began a serious relationship with fountain pens when I chose to purchase one for my 50th birthday... a bit of a landmark, and I wanted to write my journals with something special....<br />--------<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-39246637181487990762008-04-05T22:00:00.000-04:002008-04-05T22:42:06.557-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/bits_birdLBB-725088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/bits_birdLBB-725048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>pieces of me<div>die</div><div>daily</div><div>trimmed bits</div><div>lie on cold </div><div>ground<br /><br /></div><div>bits...<br /><br /></div><div>it's just</div><div>bits<br /><br /></div><div>tomorrow</div><div>maybe they'll</div><div>be lunch meat</div><div>for other</div><div>crows</div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-82020897745533348782008-03-28T00:02:00.003-04:002008-03-28T00:07:12.781-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/buried-716454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/buried-715502.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />how can<br />your mouth<br />(that soft red lipped mouth)<br />issue the<br />razor sharp ego-crushing<br />weighted bludgeoning<br />torment<br />with but a puff of breath?<br />perhaps it's the added<br />velocity of hardly<br />hidden contempt<br />that makes it so<br />much more<br />emasculating.Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-59911938540399468952008-03-21T23:42:00.001-04:002008-03-22T00:16:31.007-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-777523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-777450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">i heard the noise<br />next door<br />an' as it swelled in size<br />then i knewed for sure<br /><br />it's gotta be a <span style="font-size:130%;">Ruckus</span><br />(i think you knows it too)<br />it's jes GOTTA be<br />a <span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/b/b2/Ruckus.jpg/440px-Ruckus.jpg">RUCKUS</a></span><br />if not, it gonna be one soon<br /><br />yep!-now see!!<br />their house is <span style="font-style: italic;">bloating</span><br />prolly gonna damn explode<br />an there ain't no<br />goddamn way<br />Search an Rescue gonna can<br />get on down the road<br /><br />tellya whut to do buddy<br />go grab a jug of whiskey<br />toss it thru their door<br />an hope they get<br />SO frisky<br />that they bash everbody<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">out</span><br />might just calm 'em down<br />if they too <span style="font-style: italic;">unconciouses</span><br />to make a shout<br /><br />this here ain't<br />the firstest time<br />sure won't be their lastest<br />them ruckus-causing <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ruckus-ers<br /></span>know how to start'em<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> fastest<br /></span>but thas ok<br />thas ollrite<br />gonna be the only ruckus o'<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> this </span></span></span>night!<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-50783751482359987912008-03-18T23:30:00.003-04:002008-03-20T08:06:43.166-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/rationalIMG_3082-780172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/rationalIMG_3082-780153.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>I'm very rational<div>and impartial</div><div>except when it comes</div><div>to deciding if I should</div><div>act in</div><div>a rational manner</div><div>I get upset</div><div>it shouldn't be so</div><div>difficult to</div><div>get along with me</div><div> </div><div>BUT</div><div> </div><div>I argue and debate</div><div>contradict myself</div><div>lie to myself</div><div>worse</div><div>I believe</div><div>myself</div><div>lose my impartiality</div><div>makes me no better</div><div>than those folks</div><div>who used to burn people</div><div>at the stake</div><div>for being witches</div><div>when all they were</div><div>was irrational</div><div> </div><div>wait</div><div>hold on</div><div> </div><div>do you smell smoke?</div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-39872242028359058752008-03-17T22:51:00.003-04:002008-03-17T23:50:26.097-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/betterneighhood-703994.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/betterneighhood-703989.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">some fear </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.coolest-gadgets.com/20070709/help-me-im-falling-and-i-cant-get-up/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">falling</span></a> into</div><div style="text-align: center;">the infinite possibilities<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">like love</div><div style="text-align: center;">401k plan</div><div style="text-align: center;">children</div><div style="text-align: center;">death</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">you could be locked in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">trapped in the revolving cycle</div><div style="text-align: center;">where it isn't about you </div><div style="text-align: center;">anymore...</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh, my;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><a href="http://27mm.wordpress.com/2007/02/28/cry-baby/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">waaaaah</span></span></a></span></span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">quit the whining</div><div style="text-align: center;">you make choices</div><div style="text-align: center;">live with it</div><div style="text-align: center;">you could be</div><div style="text-align: center;">dead</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i mean,</div><div style="text-align: center;">what if they play</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.manilow.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Barry Manilow</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">in heaven</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://wordnavigator.com/word/infinitively/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">infinitively</span></a>? </div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-52419325310516478452008-03-15T23:06:00.003-04:002008-03-15T23:23:24.329-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/bobtailmail-787424.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/bobtailmail-787419.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Ok, so I'm starting to figure this blog thing out...<div>The trick seems to be.... link to everyone! Link to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><a href="http://www.birbigs.com/spj/">"funny people"</a></span>. </div><div>That link is to a Boston comic named Mike Birbiglia... he just got his life greenlighted into a <a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/news/e3i177ff2f002836ece63364e680d175442"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">TV show</span></a>!</div><div>I went to his blog- he writes a daily journal- very funny; but...</div><div> </div><div>HE LINKS TO <a href="http://starbucksgossip.typepad.com/_/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">EVERYTHING</span></a>!! (that's for behind-the-scenes coffee stories)..</div><div>so I guess he gets "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trackback"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">trackbacks</span></a>" or something.... and this becomes important- because the more people you 'know',</div><div>the more you show up on the web search....</div><div>So, I will give you some entertaining '<a href="http://lostbands.blogspot.com/">vacations</a>'! You know- places to go..... you like Legos??? You ain't seen nothing til you see <a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/">these Legos</a>!!</div><div> </div><div>Well, I'll keep writing, photographing... and linking.</div><div>Stay tuned for tomorrow- never know where we might <a href="http://midlifecrisisforum.com/">end up</a>......</div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-64265094302146656422008-03-15T21:47:00.002-04:002008-03-15T22:44:58.164-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-748651.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-748137.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">walking </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">early evening</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">heard your voice in</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">my memory</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Look, look up! </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">See all those stars!!!!"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">looked up</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">all I saw</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">was a stick</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to hang my heart on</span></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-76029702185573501462008-03-12T01:11:00.012-04:002008-03-12T09:13:19.695-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/IMG_2234-708256.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/IMG_2234-708167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/leica199903-712290.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/leica199903-710391.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span><span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(dedicated to my faithful companion, Leica, who turned 9 years old on March 11)</span></div></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/leica199903-796606.jpg"></a><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...How old...?</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">now,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">if a year to you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is 7 and-a-half weeks</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to me,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">then that makes you....?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hmmmmmmm....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(older than me...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sixty-three!?!?!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"> </span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">how can </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> be!?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">weren't you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a small ball</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of fur and fury?</span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy birthday, Dawg!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If God is good to me</span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">maybe I'll look so good at your age...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-79485291980775877512008-03-12T00:26:00.003-04:002008-03-12T00:50:47.768-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/ghost-742679.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/ghost-742640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>ghosts....</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>thought i saw you the other day<br />by the side of the road<br />we used to walk on<br />the one i was on when i learned<br />that you weren't coming back<br /><br />not certain it was you<br />hard to tell in the fog<br />that covers my mind<br />can't be sure of much of anything<br />except that<br />i'm no longer<br />sure of anything<br /><br />could've been you<br /><br />perhaps it was just<br />your ghost<br />maybe a ghost<br />who looks like you did<br />15 years agoBob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-17439992980361472642008-03-11T12:02:00.002-04:002008-03-12T14:44:23.352-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-789474.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-789429.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 12px; ">the girl of my dreams</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">has no face</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">she never cries or frowns</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">she can't smile</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i try to wake up</span></span></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">she has nothing </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on which</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to put her makeup</span></span></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i hope i wake up</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">before she asks me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">how she looks...</span></span></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-14039969856652754862008-03-08T01:23:00.004-05:002008-03-08T19:59:09.567-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-790564.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-790559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Appetite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">i hope the reason for my mood</div><div style="text-align: left;">isn't centered in my food</div><div style="text-align: left;">for if indeed i'm what i ate</div><div style="text-align: left;">then i'm bad for me</div><div style="text-align: left;">but i taste great</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">a piece of pizza</div><div style="text-align: left;">unbuttered bread</div><div style="text-align: left;">if what i eat is</div><div style="text-align: left;">what i said</div><div style="text-align: left;">then all my words</div><div style="text-align: left;">are food for thought...</div><div style="text-align: left;">now<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">will you eat me?<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i thought not</div><div> </div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-55302361669984421962008-03-05T07:29:00.005-05:002008-03-05T08:12:16.527-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/birds_9904-700975.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/birds_9904-700945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/birds_9904-716071.jpg"></a>we went out<div>a walk</div><div>your quiet voice</div><div>swung hard and heavy</div><div>my back was broken</div><div>(the impact of the your words)</div><div>the muffled crack</div><div>of my spine and confidence</div><div>being snapped in half<br /><div>i lay on the ground</div><div>weeping</div><div>"...can't move my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">legs..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></div><div>i could hear</div><div>your voice saying;</div><div> </div><div>"Oh! Look at all the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">birds</span>!"</div></div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-22415979853907127162008-03-03T11:17:00.005-05:002008-03-03T12:19:25.202-05:00So, I tried playing with the new <a href="http://docs.google.com/">Google Docs</a> to make a new piece of promotional material for my <a href="http://www.keenevision.com/">photography business</a>... not sure how I can use this, but I rather liked it. Interesting that one can 'store' working documents and work on them anytime one is at a computer terminal. I made this collage in Photoshop CS2 (Mac),<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/KVPPromohdstcollage-700304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />and then put it in a Google Docs presentation slide.<br />I could then download it as a .pdf file: and made a screen shot:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/kvpslide-790731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maybe it's me, but when I tried to download the file from my server, it delivered to me a Quicktime file??<br /><br />No time to check it out now, but there maybe something there that's useful.Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-33259454515277126252008-03-02T21:53:00.002-05:002008-03-03T09:13:43.580-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-771564.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/lovesongs/uploaded_images/file-770840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />in the silence<div>with unuttered words</div><div>hanging like cobwebs under stairways</div><div>where you find old things</div><div>that remind you</div><div>of how noisy we</div><div>used to be</div><div> </div><div>sitting in the dark</div><div>can you hear the silence screaming?</div><div>knowing that if you gave voice to </div><div>the feelings</div><div>you'd most likely scream</div><div>your life right out</div><div>into the dark</div><div>and never</div><div>find it again...</div>Bob Ktag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835060830332440564.post-42728232689235109052008-03-01T23:13:00.006-05:002008-03-03T09:13:43.581-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/u283/lovesongs/uploaded_images/cem01-05-06BW_web-729579.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/u283/lovesongs/uploaded_images/cem01-05-06BW_web-729576.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/u283/lovesongs/uploaded_images/cem01-05-06BW_09-715980.JPG"></a><span><span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.keenevision.com/keene/u283/Lovesongs/uploaded_images/cem01-05-06BW_09-784023.JPG"><br /></a><br />My hand feels the sunlight <div>before my<div>eyes can see it...</div><div><br /></div><div>if you remember my</div><div>name</div><div><br /></div><div>don't step on my fingers as </div><div>you say it under your</div><div>breath</div><div><br /></div><div>as if you tasted something</div><div>foul...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>why did I leave my hole?</div><div>at least I knew what was in</div><div>there...</div></div>Bob K