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And Death Shall Have No Dominion

Death Shall Have No Dominion

by Dylan Thomas

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

– Dylan Thomas

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good lesson

Grandpa

It was in the late 1940’s after the troops came back from WWII. The times were difficult for many people. At some point as I understand it, grandpa had a fifty cent piece someone had put a bullet through. It was all he had and a family to feed.

He went to he corner grocery store and wanted to buy bread and milk with that fifty cent piece. The store owner wouldn’t take that not even in good faith it would be repaid later. Well that was all my grandfather had at the time save but his will and determination. He swore, “I’m going to buy that grocery store and help good people that need something to eat.”

Less than four years later my grandfather was the proud owner of that store. He worked every day until after having a heart attack nearly killed him. Then it simply became too much to operate for just him and they sold that store.

But there is a good lesson to be learned in that. Do you know what it is?

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aquarium blogging tip Note to Self

Note To Those That Care

In my findings of searching life, exploring the options. Here is what I’ve found. This is not a writers market. This is not even a publishers market. My advice is that you spend your time writing your family and loved ones. Write brilliant letters to people that are real that you know personally.

This is not a readers market either. The whole scene is bad these days. Most people won’t or can’t read. It is my hope that with enough encouragement that people will see the error of their ways and come back around. However I’m not going to hold my breath for this change to take place.

My advice is write books and poetry because you love to write. Don’t seek for people to buy your books or add the stress upon yourself to entertain mindless people that don’t have enough common sense to know how to buy a book in the first place.

Have hope. Practice!

Most people today know how to work a tv set, and to use facebook. The prices for a lot of things just got a lot more expensive because they have hurt us writers financially and emotionally with their abuse, hate, and neglect.

If you really must do something that involves writing, charge up front fees that range from five to ten thousand dollars per one hundred words. Also use the time to profit from writing tv shows and movies if you find it necessary.

It’s best to write because you love it. It’s best to write to those that you love. Everything else in today’s market and economy has fallen to the very bottom of a deep pit that will be perhaps re-discovered some day in the future; but for today’s civilization, your best chances of success are neither online or in print. It’s a dying species like the insects, and life on earth for this period of time. I hope that future civilizations will find what we leave behind and benefit by not making the same mistakes humans have made in this world.

Take Note

I wish you the best, and don’t let this discourage you from writing. My only hope is to save you from the heartbreak of dashed hopes that come from not having success in a world that is too stupid to care, read, or think. Write me letters, I hope to read them.

Todays world is mostly doomed. Machines are writing, and people are just drinking and watching tv like mindless zombies. Something has to change for the better. Maybe distant worlds will find us in time to save the human race from going the way of the dodo.

Keep journals, write poetry, write your stories. Don’t give up. That doesn’t mean the world needs to see them right now. The people that need written to is someone that cares that can change the direction things are going. Do something.

Keep your chin up. You writing matters. Keep it up.

Posted Feb 16, 2019 @ 17:39:01

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dog Technology transcript Writing

I love This

Ratio Mix

Max had been awake a whole hour before Alex ever got up. He would have had a cup of coffee but it isn’t his style to drink coffee. Since he had been awake he had devoured two terabytes of data from the morning reports. Max is a very special individual. His main job is to go everywhere that Alex goes and make sure Alex has the right information to say at every appointment and meeting all day long. They have a wireless transmitter that max will use to upload the data Alex needs right on the spot and it forms words or pictures in Alex’s mind so he can understand it.

Max wasn’t unhappy about his job, he liked Alex a lot. He didn’t always like the orders Alex’s boss would give. Yet he figured there was nothing he could do about that. His neural synapses would filter the data and there was always an agenda for the day of what is needed to make or break the deals that are happening.

Deal Days

A new deal took place almost every fifty two minutes. Alex awoke and walked into the kitchen where Max is sitting patiently. Max didn’t bother to take the time to send a good morning message into Alex’s mind. ┬áRather he waited for Alex to send him the daily status message of either, “ah shit” or better yet “oh yeah”

Alex must have been tired this morning, Max who was timing his responses, timed him at four point two seconds to send “oh yeah”; Max who cross referenced all good morning responses and calculated the average found that Alex was toying with him once again and everything was most likely ok.

Some mornings are worse than others and in the event of an “ah shit” some meetings are rescheduled for another day depending upon what the problems are. Today looks good. Alex and max woof down their food. Then they leave the penthouse on the thirteenth floor to go do a days work. Hopefully as honestly as possible. Alex and his team mate Max aren’t the only game in town. Yet the odds of someone with the capacity that Alex and Max have is very low.

Upload Data

The idea behind the team work that they performed was simple. Max knew everything that was needed to be known. Alex was the guy who made the pitch based off max’s data. This free’s up Alex to perform better when under pressure. Though Max doesn’t tell him what to say or what order to say it in. Rather Max just uploads the right information at the right time.

Max is a dog.