Thoughts on the stupidity of trying to use social media for something useful. Header image courtesy Alisha Mishra (licensing). Continue reading
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Don’t Be the One
Thoughts on negative reactions to live music; inspired in particular by Billy Nomates / Tor playing Glastonbury 2023 and The Who in Toronto 2016: Continue reading
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Poetry about the self and stillness in the modern world.
With thanks to Loc Dang for use of the header image (uncropped version available in link). Continue reading
Other People’s Children
Thoughts on Climate Change, an ever increasing world population and the conundrum it creates, expressed via the pressures of social media:
Feed Meme, See More; Feed Meme
Dare come with as I once again walk where the streets have no name; where sunny avenues can turn dark and foreboding in an instant; where every corner drips with potential to be a cul-de-sac of corrosion; where no u-turns are allowed except for the super rich, Musky and repugnant to the senses as they might be . . . Continue reading
Mr. Follow Follow
More dark lore from the insidious side of Social Media: Continue reading
Grate Expectations Will Only Lead to Tares
Wot with being educated in sarf London, one left skool not well-endowed on the grammar front. Upon realisation of how the wrong 2 can leave a whole sentence in complete error—‘knackered’ as they say where I come from—I recoiled in utmost terror.
With great Gusto, I tried to get much better. Gusto—guess what—did really great, while I just mediocre. Correct me if wrong, I’ll be glad. But a two-way street it’s apparently not, as discovered to my bad.
What a Waste
I used to scroll past half-decent posts without so much as a meh. Now it’s me doing the posting, I want the world to care.
The Magic of Christmas
Videos of surprised faces as pressies are opened; before and after pics of dinner, the pudding, and various alcoholic drinks likewise. All delivered instantaneously; not shown half-arsed Continue reading
The Anti-Net
A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
N. P. Ryan 