Troubled by Change

Why am I so concerned and bothered by certain kinds of change? "Is it being dumbed down, or is it made simpler to access?" "Should I stick with the old way and work on improving it, or should I start all over again as a beginning?" "Am I actually being forced into choosing permanently either a static or dynamic mindset?"

This is really difficult for me to do. And, too:

I have so much to do, and no time to do it all.
I must to learn to wisely a lot my time and follow a plan.

I have too many opinions, and not the time to debate it all.
I must to learn to draw a line, chose a side, and be content.

I have so much to say, and no time to say it all.
I must learn to take my hands from the keyboard and hush my storytelling mind.

All this I have to learn, with no time to learn it all.
All this I must do, along with finding a sense of self-control.


So many people are afraid of or unconcerned with relating their poetry. A lot of poetry is deeply personal and comes from an emotionally vulnerable place. We don't like to appear weakened, how very human of us!


Here's a place to be a poet, there's a place for poetry.
That last sentence, well, the other way 'round's all right too.

A Mystery - Seventh Weekend Uncertainties

I worked on my blog. That's what I did. In fact, I'm still working on it!

Towards the July 21st section of Food of Charleston I managed to get myself over to Papa Zuzu's and define a personally historical dining experience. I had to relate the times!

A bit of thought's been given as to whether I desire strongly enough the effort expended in getting myself over to Monck's Corner. It's a short drive from here to there, only an hour of easy driving. I wonder what I'll find there. The Francis Marion National Forest was a trip to drive through last weekend. Well-defined angles and corners between the blue sky, deep green forest, black-gray asphalt, and puffy white clouds. Sometimes blue cars and silver trucks sped by ornamenting my vision. That was really pretty.

I suppose all that discourse and recount goes filed away in my post about last weekend. But so vivid, I had to relate.

Spacetime

Food of Charleston

Another post of pictures and captions. This kind of format was my original intent and I have been fighting the urge to DOCUMENT EVERYTHING ever since. So let's follow that first path and ...

2012-06-10 - Five Guys Burgers and Fries,
Downtown Charleston

Myrtle Beach Resort - Sixth Weekend Follies

Myrtle Beach is beautiful! High rises, condominiums, apartment buildings, resorts, restaurants, lights, streets, sidewalks, people, and shops. Mile after mile of Fun Land and Sun. Ocean Blvd is the closest you can drive to the water, anymore. "You used to be able to drive to ON the beach," according to my friend Wayne. That's no longer the case.

Saturday night the two of us drove down Ocean Blvd, around down 20th Ave N. This was around 10:00pm or so. Our destination wound up being Bummz Beach Cafe. Is a name any indication? Sure is in this case. Right there, only a short sidewalk's step off the back porch patio is the beach. Going the other direction, as we did later on, you'd head inside. Karaoke was in full swing by the time we finished up at the bar. Began the evening throwing back a shot of Jack Daniels to kick off our tab, then swilling our way through three Red Stripe's apiece.

The discussions were lively and gestures exaggerated. Conversations turned into game of keeping track of which of all the faces around you you'd been focused on five minutes ago. Well, too much talk and. Too much thought about trying to remember too much talk. Time for pictures, we'll pick up the story later.

Waking Up