Perennial Measure: Computer Widow Cooking For a Famed Busy Living Editor Always on Vacation

Friday, September 11, 2009

Computer Widow Cooking For a Famed Busy Living Editor Always on Vacation

Computer widow cooking for a famed busy living editor on vacation. Unbagging a notebook at a Baguio home, watching as well her profile while playing alone, watching like a friend. Notebook. ‘Twas in a box in an orange bag with his name, amidst logs and more, aflame in an outburst of bookmarked URLs concerning .com yahoos and houynhhnms. Certainly he, while cooing a trill with a feathered renown, though vexed still by a few Wikipedia entries, part of the game, . . . certainly he sees the social isms that measure his blogs as absolutely of the Philippine terrain. Social isms that aren’t charity from heaven, but sweepstakes on our sensitive napes. And now to his office website for a submission. Other bookmarked URLs, other uploads attached like mental caresses under duress of requisites, eruditions. Other webpages’ upstarts, others’ untitled art, all part and parcel of his vocation’s notations—rotations on that desktop in his grandmother’s antique sewing shop. It’s 11:26 ante meridiem. Time to check out lottery winning nos., get some lunch beyond last night’s stale burgers with her omelet, marmalade, but first, to that website for submissions to underling copy editors. Then, finally, he kisses her with a kiss like a blade, . . . a kiss on a gelid nape.

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About "Perennial Measure," the first blogged poetry volume on this site:

On the seventh day in the writing of this collection, or perhaps already subconsciously during the making of that first poem, it became clear that this series, Perennial Measure (the volume), shall be about the practice of poetry and art. Having laid that assumption down, trying to follow that course, however, I saw that I was able to move later to the creation of pieces on various other themes, as if I was trying to present to my reader those various themes and issues that confront a poet in his life and everyday world, qua poet. But, so as not to veer too far away from my central theme, the series would interrupt that straying again to make me go back to pieces strictly on poetry or art. And that push and pull from the central theme went on to the end of the volume project (which targeted 56 pieces or 56 printed book pages worth). So, approach this collection thus, then, should it please you, and consider reading the last poem, "Perennial Failure," against the first one, "Perennial Measure." Otherwise, you can just approach the section or volume or book how you would rather, as maybe you should. Here is Perennial Measure, the blogged poetry book within this eponymously titled Perennial Measure blogged literary creations site.