POETICKS

I’ve just spent three hours working on the Page entitled, “Comprepoetica Biographies — A.”   Take a look at it.  All I was able to accomplish was posting one entry in reasonable condition, and a second halfway there.  Something must be wrong with my computer, because the process has been incredibly slow.  Sometimes–frequently, in fact–the damned computer stops for five minutes or so to carry out a save I don’t want.  Or takes fifteen seconds to let me insert a comma.  In any case, this is all I’m posting here, and I probably won’t be doing much more on the biographies.  I did get them backed up to my hard drive, and on a CD.

The null zone–I’m in it again.  Not sure why, for my health is improving, and nothing else in my life is going particular wrong.  But I just can’t think of anything to write about here.  And I had two lines of a poem started last night in bed I can only remember the gist of the second line of.  Usually if I can remember that much, the rest comes back to me.  I also remember thinking of a topic to discuss two nights ago, but remembering only that it lead back to my ordaining that there are two kinds of aesthetic pleasure, narrative or sagaceptual aesthetic pleasure and sensual or protoceptual pleasure.

Oh, well, I did get something done that may prove of some consequence: I e.mailed Ivars Peterson about my mathematical poetry.  He’s a well-known science writer who seems interested in subjects like it.  He wrote one article about the mathematical visual art of John sims.  I’d been meaning to expose him to my work for two or more months, but dawdled.

There, that’s it for this entry.

This will be my first utterly blah entry–except maybe for my first, but that was not intended to do more than introduce this blog.  Anyway, just to say something, I will update you on the latest of my pharmaceutical adventures: I just ook a hydrocodone bt-ibuprofen tablet.  There’s codeine in it, so it should be pretty potent.  He prescribed it to lower the aching pain I feel in my right leg at night in bed from, we believe, sciatica.  Nothing else yet has, and it’s significantly interfered with my sleep.  I mention it mainly to stay on record as a druggie–because I don’t see why I should not be arrested for using it when those using heroin or steroids not prescribed by a doctor are not.  I’m also interested in its effect on my creativity.  I’ve always thought that the darvocept I’ve taken on and off helped it, although not so much recently.