By: Ben Bielert There once was a hermit who lived off in the mountains and hills of Strathcona Park. Many say he lived there for years, though nobody ever knew exactly why. Some said he got sick of people, others said he thought society was sick, many thought that he had a screw loose, coulda … Continue reading The Hermit of Strathcona
Category: Writing
Breaking the Chain
By: Ben Bielert I rested my head against the vizpanel and watched the world as it whipped by outside. I told myself I’d never come back to this shithole of a planet, but I must have lied. The magrail cart raced along at speeds so great I would be vaporized in seconds if it lost … Continue reading Breaking the Chain
Cave Walls to Skyscrapers
By: Ben Bielert The hunters of Lascaux,pillars of the Parthenon,Sistine's celestial scene,Towering Empire State,humanity's will has distilled. Every person putting mark to paper,shaping some aspect of the world,is saying '"we were here", needing to.We're hypoxic astronauts shoutinginto the vacuum, praying for an echo. Most shattering and damning belief,of pure, unadulterated oblivion.We fear two things: something … Continue reading Cave Walls to Skyscrapers
What You Are
By: Ben Bielert You are a whisper in the middle of the night,a quarrel of sparrows taking flight,Orion's belt twinkling in autumn skies,and the sun in the morning ever to rise. You're a soft caress on electric skin,the answer to my knock letting me in,swimming in a lake in summer after dark,tracing the shape of … Continue reading What You Are
Slippery Lines
By: Ben Bielert Slippery lines, hard to define,as we unwind in these uncertain times,always back to the grind, and no time to whine. When I picked a pack of pickled prioritieswho knew that that little kid with problems with authority,may make mischief more marginally than missing memories. Set to blast off like space chimpanzees,there's no … Continue reading Slippery Lines
Bukowski Missed a Few Points
By: Ben Bielert So you wanna be a writer?Well, yes I fucking do,so don't tell me that I can't,just because it's shaken you. It comes roaring out of you,just like a waterfall,if it doesn't come unbidden,then it's worth nothing at all. You know, sometimes it is work,so, I'm sorry to burst your bubble,but it doesn't … Continue reading Bukowski Missed a Few Points
Run from the Pen
By: Ben Bielert If I could advise you of one thing,It would be to run from the pen,The pen will seduce you, draw you in,Make you think that you can win. The pen will allow you to create entire worlds,And its power is so enticing, tantalizing, delicious,You can empower kings, create heroes, construct beauties,But you … Continue reading Run from the Pen
The Water Tower
By: Ben Bielert He always tied his shoes. Never just slipped ‘em on. Tied ‘em. Every. Goddamn. Time. That was just the way Danny Turner was. Methodical, calculating to the point of impracticality. You might be wonderin’ about the times when he was in a hurry. That’s just it, Danny was never in a hurry. … Continue reading The Water Tower
Random Thoughts 1: Bukowski and Self-Sabotage, Just Do It
I know that I said my third post was going to be on automation or the like. Trust me, I can't wait to get into that shit. Think of this more as a bonus post than me failing to deliver on that one; I will talk about automation and the rise of the robots in … Continue reading Random Thoughts 1: Bukowski and Self-Sabotage, Just Do It
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