Karl (louderback) wrote,

Upcoming Projects, feeling better after surgery

         I've spent all my time since last entry, basically loafing and pretending it was "recuperation". Well, it works for me.

         I'm back to taking over a dozen pills per day. I hope to get that reduced in the near future. It seems to me that the more pills I take the less often I feel good. I'm in a bit of a cycle right now of feeling bad one day and less bad the next. I've also had several days of weird cycling when I feel hot then cold and perspire either way. Oozy and clammy alternating is not a good thing.

         I have done no writing but I have two projects underway. I'm planning a short story of 5k to 7k words. Inspired by the Mighty Ed it will detail the discovery of a way to track back those who spam you or infect your with viruses and take virulent revenge. It should be quite fun. Watch louderprose for results.

The other project is a poem based on a short passage from Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land.

Heinlein's character Jubal Harshaw educates his friend Ben Caston on "Sculpture" as opposed to "Statues" which according to Jubal are of "Dead Politicians". The sculpture in question is "She who was once the Helmet-Maker's Beautiful Wife" [aka "La Belle Heaulmière"]

"Anyone can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. But a _ great _ artist--a master--and that is what Auguste Rodin was--can look at an old woman, and portray her _ exactly _ as she is ... and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be ... and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there never was a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart ... no matter what the merciless hours have done to her."

The poem will be longish (for me), sentimental and sad. I expect fifteen to twenty stanzas. I suspect quatrains or cinquains fit the subject best. I'm going to try an ababb pattern and either hexameter or septuple meter. It will be a challenge. Watch louderpoetry for results.


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