Seamus Heaney R.I.P.

A six foot surround won’t hold him down
for among such clay he found his way
of watching talk become sound
sculpting moulded mounds of say
nothing of his landscape found without
first a deep yet gentle excavation of a soul
he’ll now always be about.

Interrupt vector…

I’ve witnessed a few friends take sabbaticals from social media in recent months, some of them originally swearing off the entire FB/Twitter thing forever and ever and ever and never again… only to see them sheepishly return a few months later. I’m not that naive to think that I could completely disavow all on-line activity connecting me with various individuals, groups and communities, connections for the most part for which I actually feel genuinely privileged in the first instance. Connections seemingly superficial often prove moving on occasion.

The cloud of knot knowing.... avoiding a rage-quit while trying to tie DNA threads back together.

Apologies for the time lapse folks but I have just endured more than half an 'Annus Horribilis'. My whole right shoulder was in knots of physical pain just over six months ago so I took lots of painkillers during and between conference visits to Madrid and Edinburgh last year. I was under that cloud of physical pain until it became utterly unbearable and excruciating, totally debilitating really.

Dublin Web Summit Vacancy: Poet Players Needed. Phatic fanatics need not apply.

I’m sort of bound to a new format here for a short wee while. As a writer we get advice from everywhere and everyone, specifically if those giving the advice are in some way deemed successful. It’s also now true for Digital spaces and all manner of creative /commercial activity. I have recently found myself in the situation of offering best practise writing tips to those seeking to use the www.

So I tell them: write short paragraphs containing keywords, craft sentences that are generally succinct, stick to a few simple rules for communicating ideas in the context of SEO and SEM.

Making More Believe - on my birthday: Dis-spelling the neccessary aloneness of the long distance writer.

The internet is for the most part utterly fabulous; it is my technologically imaginative window on a world that might otherwise entirely pass me by. The amount of conversation, discussion, information, entertainment, stimulation etc, available to me is literally, mind-bogglingly, a phenomena simply beyond any combinational conceptual compartmental comprehension or to phrase it with just a little less alliterative awkwardness….. Doahhhhhhh.

Perloff paradoxically preaching to the poetically perverted ? (Boston Review Article)

I'm a fan of Majorie Perloff's critical work so obviously I did enjoy reading her article, and since it addresses some issues and precipitates others in the comments that concern me, I Just had to jump in and offer my 2cents in those comments.. here's what I said.. the big blank spaces available elsewhere are what I failed to say. ( I've added a couple of explanations and a link or two to the version of my comment below)

we shake the tools and the tools shake us... trust me.

There is a certain McLuhanist methodological irony at play using this sparingly functional wordpad application to finally write an article/blog post about digital humanities on my new three thousand dollar customer built hi-specification 64Bit gaming computer, so much raw power going underutilized, graphics capabilities going unused and entirely under-clocked under-rendered, text going automatically unspellchecked, (albeit blindingly fast though) an insulting algebraic reverse austerity gone too far really, potentially postponed postmodern propounding tripped up by real world incompetence and

inspiration, pwnification and participation.

I'm preparing to publicly discuss my PhD Research for the first time in a manner entirely different from my previous intimation visual gag outreachery mode.. yup while I love funny... its actually time for me to get serious.

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