At Times Tweeting is an Uphill Battle

Looking at old posts from three years ago, I am concluding they are honestly terrible. compass rose Why did I think to write those?  At least it demonstrates some improvement that by most assessments I am by now not such a bad blogger.  Wow, those old posts were not good.

 

I have two avenues by which to proceed on social media; I can post content related to the operations of a cemetery, where I work, and I do, occasionally.  It doesn’t take a lot to keep to a Facebook page populated, and I can post a little with the help of DrumUp and craft the odd post I have designed myself and presto, an active Facebook page.

 

  • Trending:  should trending be the focus?  DrumUp claims it’s a number one research tool for identifying trending content for Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn (I’m pretty sure my LinkedIn account says I died).  

 

How does Twitter fit into the life equation as I understand it?  A tweet that’s worth a look takes a bit of work.  While it doesn’t come naturally to me, I like Twitter, and this is about how I tweet.  I concede that I cheat a little to make it work, and it’s grown a bit, and some days there are a few more followers, and some days a few less.

 

  • On letting authorities have their say

I can try more interesting topics than simply what I’m doing workwise.  On Twitter, the giant-sized accounts are authorities magnified by the weight of numbers they command.  

 

You know, an hour on Twitter is a portal to the world.  I have seen individuals shout out to the Twitter users with giant numbers of followers.  That is very bold.

 

I am always trying to learn.  If you are an expert, by all means, a comment is welcome.  I wish you all the best and good luck!

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Boundaries Challenge

How is it that we can direct ourselves to have boundaries?  How is that we can present and yet remain independent?

A golfer is bound by rules that determine how he drives the ball.  If a golf ball falls outside of play, a penalty is incurred.  I would attest there are boundaries in the real world which stop you in your tracks.

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Boundaries contain, and keep you in the entirety of the whole amid which you are active.  Boundaries, I think today, are generally inflexible enough that your position remains in one spot, from which you are not to tread much further.  There is an art to subtly crossing them, and if you do persist in your advancement, you must continually drive back the idea that you are right about it, and that there has been no transgression.

Every individual is surely subject to boundaries.  We strive to maintain the largest boundaries which feel are ours, and we exercise caution when straying into new or otherwise unknown boundaries.  Each step we take is contained by boundaries, some of which exist solely in the mind of the one in motion, some of which are tangible outside that which the individual perceives.  It must be hoped it is evident you are undertaking the challenge of crossing them.

It is a grid, I think, that keeps us feeling “safe.”  Often, we are a part of a structure that is tacitly organized.  There are enough of us interested in remaining in place that we are evading the more turbulent sorts of disorder.

We count on others to remain regulated and to be interested in being regulated.  The grid is laden on us so that we have fewer problems by which we manage ourselves.  These grid phenomena are common to us.

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We feel we thrive if we see life in similar terms to what I am discussing as an advantage.  We enjoy ourselves best if we are cooperative with one another to keep us in check.  We know that if we tire of our environment, we are permitted to move on.

However, the most we readily accomplish is that we trade our circumstances, which keep us staying put, for similar though fresher digs.  Wherever are, we most often choose to remain inside the unit amid which we are already prospering, because we respect the place we’ve reached.  We enjoy what we have because there are so many chances to improve it.

It is here that we grow.  Boundaries can be creative.  Often, boundaries attain cohesion because so many people evince similar behavior.

More often than not, common characteristics among people mean we participate in similar activities at the same time and in the same way.  We check our boundaries, and we exercise them.

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Pity for Loss and Unfulfilled Expectations

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A search result for the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley gave me this quote.  

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word Recite and it is a daunting cue but not impossible. The prompt invites bloggers to reason and interpret the idea of a recital.  Each WordPress Daily Prompt is a word planned to help bloggers who are experiencing block to think of something to write for his or her blog and to publish it accordingly.  This is naturally risky in that the blogger can seem foolish, but the appearance of stupidity must be risked if you want an audience with your blog.  For today’s blog, I just want to run over for you that it would be common to recite a poem, of course, and if I had to mention a poet from a past era I would consider Shelley.

 

How is it that pleasure in sorrow can be sweet?  How can sorrow provide any pleasure, if it is a condition of suffering?  I think of these two questions when I contemplate what Shelley is attributed to have said.

 

Sorrow occurs when there is an overwhelming loss in the life of an individual.  This can devastate you.  It can unravel you from within as though you were a wool effigy mounted on the hearth or in the vestibule.  It is not a state of pleasure, almost definitely, and yet Shelley possibly felt that it was or it could be and I take it the poet experienced that kind of pleasure as being of the highest order.

 

How is it that we can be anything else than embittered by the peril of sorrow and suffering?  How is it possible that we can encounter pleasure of all things while amid the turmoil of the condition of sorrow?  What is there to be had from entering into a state of sorrow with the expectation that the desired outcome should be a pleasure?  Why did a search for Shelley return that quote?

 

Grade 12 History class taught me that the themes of the day’s poetry reflect the current in the people, that how poetry is composed and enjoyed mirrors the times.  The search says Shelley was an Englishman who died in 1822 when I think agriculture was a key institution in the lives of many people alive in the early nineteenth century.  Shelley, I infer therefore was an intellectual, but by explaining the coexistence of suffering and pleasure was he reflecting on change in favor of the organization and leadership of farmland?  I have no idea.  Is it by emerging from Renaissance times into widespread labor and cohesiveness between rivals into a state of good and productivity we would have pleasure in the face of the requirement to, frankly, work?  My history is poor.  It was never my strong suit, but I got by.

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Don’t tell me what I’ll find if there are depths of sorrow ahead.  It’s a depressing thought, and I don’t blame you if you aren’t ready to “like” this.  You’re free to, however, to “like” this post if you see fit, and even to comment and/or to “follow.”  I hope you’re all right, and I know that unhappiness is challenging if you are feeling low.  Unexpected avenues of pleasure become evident sometimes, and while I urge you to steer clear of sorrow, you are welcome to every drop of pleasure you can extract.  Good luck.

For Art’s Sake a Collage

I’ve been under a lot of stress lately but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to continue blogging.

 

To circumvent certain difficulties I refer to the WordPress Daily Prompts and the Weekly Photo Challenges when I am thinking of blogging.  I feel this way I am on the same level as other participants in these WordPress suggestions for blog entries.  The Daily Prompts typically refer to a specific word of the day as a launching point to write a blog post, and the Weekly Photo Challenges are essays which inspire blog posts with photography in mind.

 

This week’s Photo Challenge is to a prepare a photo collage for your blog.  This is fun.  It is artistic and it requires a little bit of work to put together something with quality.  I took four photos I took recently and reassembled them into a collage which I am including for you here.  I will take a moment now to explain what the photos mean and if they amount to anything as a whole.  A collage is what has been assembled.

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The photo on the top left shows a tree at the cemetery where I work.  I co-direct operations at this little out of the way cemetery in my town (and you can visit it on the Internet at http://maplelawncemeteryorg.ipage.com/oldchurchcemetery/ which is the website).  The tree stands on the side of the driveway around the church which divides the cemetery from the church proper (the congregation disbanded in 2006).  The tree represents for me a point of interest because it is elevated above the shed where we keep the riding mower I utilize the cut the cemetery grass.  It is a dividing point on the property and it means to me a focus or orientation, which serves as a subtle boundary.  The focus is important to me as without the power to focus, and this is something which for me is a personal struggle, I would be far less productive as an individual and therefore mired.

 

The photo to the right of that is the image of a claw which is dismantling a closed-up building unit which for some time in the past comprised a bar.  It isn’t far from where I live and the construction activity depicted occurred most recently.  For me, the opposite of boundaries is destruction, which is what I think I fear and what it is possible many individuals fear.  The contrast between the stability of the tree overlooking the cemetery shed and the breakdown of urban sprawl lends itself to art, as in opposites side by side illustrating change.

 

The third photo, to the left and beneath the image of the tree, is a local high school in the evening with a magnificent sky overlooking it.  Where the illustration of the difference between peace and destruction is on display at the top, the photo of the high school is an institution of human development which is quite far intellectually from the depicted notions of security and of destruction.  It helps to reflect on the student body which occupies the school three-quarters of the year and to think about how it is they relate to the images of change which are above the photo.  Whereas specifics of change are illustrated in the top two photos, the high school helps reflect a flow of ongoing change.

 

Lastly, the fourth photo shows a bonfire, which is literally being employed to burn branches at our cemetery, and which helps illustrate the notion of spiritual, I think, because what isn’t necessary to the cemetery is destroyed.  The photo collage tries to capture both positive changes, in the images of the tree and of the school, and likewise negative withdrawal, where the claw and the fire show what is symbolic of being taken down.  A straightforward contrast such as this helps fulfill its necessity as art.

 

If you enjoyed what I shared, feel free to, “like,” “follow,” and/or “subscribe” to my blog.  I hope to continue, and if you are moved by this entry, I welcome your input and perhaps I will even go so far as to visit your own blog myself.  All the best to you!

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Climb with Me: A Reminder

I haven’t blogged since Valentine’s Day.  It’s been a long time.  Gone but not forgotten, I hope.  Why not today, I think, to resume?  I am checking out the site changes for the first time in a while.  Happy Easter to you.

 

Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt is the word “climbing.”  In addition to being Easter time, this has also been the weekend of Star Wars Celebration in Orlando.  So I reflect… what is going on at the WordPress offices?  Why has a word like “climbing” been opted for as today’s prompt?

 

Climbing, to me, suggests a few different things, but the notion of climbing I want to hone on is the idea of social climbing.  Social climbing is when you network upwardly.  It’s when you reach out to people higher up on the food chain with the hope you will join the ride.  It’s pretty common.  What’s all this business with social media?  It’s the definition of social climbing.  A friend request is seldom just a friend request.  But maybe I’m cynical… or a little too honest.

 

Anyone would any sense would be doing that kind of social climbing, in fact, because unless you are of a lackadaisical mind like me, you certainly should mean business.  You are a somebody, I think.  In fact, and I guarantee little about life, but if you are looking at this humble blog post of mine, I would venture to say that you are indeed a somebody.  I don’t get a lot of blog traffic, which is generally the opposite intention of publishing a blog, but I will offer you this, in exchange for your time:  if you are seeing this post, you indeed matter.  I’m not the only one who will propose this to you, but in your case, at this moment, rest assured that you are of importance.  So climb away.

 

I’m being a little facetious, but if you liked this post, feel free to “like,” “follow,” and/or “comment.”  See you in the revision stage.

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Joining the Insecure Writer’s Support Group ~ No#49

I am interested in joining the Insecure Writer’s Support Group because I think it would be a useful networking exercise. I have some image problems. Also, I worry about the difficulty of making a sustained effort as a writer. I’m also have some doubts about whether I have enough originality to make writing more a good idea.

One specific fear I had was the fear of trying to stay current as a computer user which isn’t easy. I finally decided that reasonable standards of computing are adequate, but it took me a long time to become convinced of this (like dipping a toe in a cold pool of water). I also had some fear that I hadn’t read enough to merit writing myself, but eventually found the courage to acknowledge myself for the books I have read. I am also afraid that I don’t sufficiently understand the world around us to be a worthwhile writer.

One struggle I went through was the decision to permanently move out of my mom and dad’s house. It took me a relatively long time to do this. I am sure that a common struggle among people in and out of the writing game is relationship problems, and trying to make relationships of all levels work is a major concern for me. It was also a struggle, as I mentioned above, when I was writing some of my doubts, to accept the changing times.

A triumph of mine was accepting my sister’s encouragement to contribute some run-of-the-mill movie reviews to a local student newspaper, which was a triumph because for several weeks the reviews were published in print and online for the paper for which I was volunteering. It was the beginning of my interest in being published. Some other modest recognition which I have enjoyed have also got me feeling triumphant, and I don’t want to say too much about this, but recognition is positively a joy. I also feel better when I write something complete, which is perhaps my most important triumph.

If you are struggling, remember, and I hope I’m not speaking out of place, that writing is an end in and of itself.

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Seven — Neighborhood, Ballad

Choices need be made quickly, ingeniously
The decision is the time to make haste
Months waning, the days are running
Not to see a little out there, a waste

People, in a word, are savvy, with know-how
Quickly from shade, they fade into the hour
The outdoors rears fearsome and beastly
On my own again, by my own power

I won’t be long this moment, not this play day
I can compare where I was to how I am
The claw draw of my homestead awaits me
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