Vaz

Here I am. Don't mind me. I'm just tidying the place. It's a little dusty. I'm not the writer, he's away, working on something brilliant. If you have a message for him, you can leave it here with me. I'll be sure to pass it on to him. He's very appreciative of your comments. And if not, he understands that too.

:-b

It's me of course, but you know that. I don't have any writers to manage here. Yet...if ever. But that's okay, this is my least popular blog so whatever happens here..is whatever.

:-|

One reason I didn't bother posting any of the four from my book poems online. But, just for fun, I'll post the addys here now. Why not eh?

http://azredleaf19.blog.ca: Shh Don't Tell Them

http://blog.myspace.com/OtoberLeaf: Roses On Her Grave

http://www.xanga.com/OctoberRising: Another Effin' Poem   and

http://360.yahoo.com/kohdyn: Phug I Say

Do your joy of reading a favour and check them out, you won't be disappointed. I write poetry for people who don't read poetry.

:-D

And I know you're disappointed that I don't have a poem to send you off with, hey, you could be, but I have other places to be. Next when.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

 

 

Menamos

I'm back online. For the second week in a row, I had a minimum of seventy hours where I wasn't able to get online. This week it was a few minutes shy of ninety-three hours. Do the math and that is some effin' shade of bad. C'mon, reliable internet is what you are supposed to provide. Yes, shyte happens, but that is decidedly bad shyte.

Anyway, I'm back and I am able to post blogs again, something I've been doing daily, when able since January 29. And I am blogging well too, I might add. In fact, I did...whether you like it or not. :-).

No, I haven't heard from anyone at any of the stations regarding the copies of my book that I dropped off. Am I surprised? To be honest, I haven't much thought of it since. But no, I am not surprised. That would be too easy for me...unfortunately. Sigh. :-(.

But, I don't really feel like wallowing in my glooms right now, too damn easy to get swallowed up in them. And since I've done some good writing already today here...I think I'll go now and take some forward steps with my idea of a cool company.

As long as my service provider doesn't keep phugging me around with their idiot problems, I'll be back here Thursday. As ever, take care in the meantime.

 

Charles Petrie

Waiting For What

I took a walk with my books today and dropped off two of them...and time will tell if this complimentary giveaway will do me any good.

What do I expect? For this, I don't like the word expect. I have my little hope of what will help, but...who's to say it will happen from either giveaway. This is my life after all and such a good almost seems unlikely, as I retreat to the darker parts of my head whilst I wait.

I could mention the stations, but I'll only do that if, in the unlikely event, as I am thinking darkly, that I get invited on the radio.

Sigh.

I don't regret dropping off the copies, it's a good idea...it just seems unlikely in this moment, that it will result positively for me.

At one station I left it for a specific host, hoping for, but not expecting to get on the radio. The other station...well, stations, because their all in the same building I just left it for all of them. There too, I do not expect, I just hope..distantly.

Sigh again.

Will I even get feedback from these giveaways? I don't know. Even that would be nice. I'll let you know.

 

Charles Petrie

 

New Title

Jason's Book Of Poetry is coming out next week. Yes, I dropped the First Edition part of the title, it just got in the way.

Anyway, I'm quite excited by this and am cautiously optimistic I'll sell a "few".

 

But To Just

But to just talk of this

My little bolding out

Seems to deprive you of

The full measure of

The what I can

 

So I add this colour

To brighten your day

In my little little way

Just because it pleases me

To ably be

This kind of giving sort

 

So anyway, I'll be off to do other things now, working on the book and such. And get your copy at the low rate, because by the by, it will cost more. And the low cost? Why, it's 7.00$ And for 71 good to brilliant poems...that's a damn good deal.

 

Charles Petrie

 

 

 

Mollers Quinn

Great In My Head

 

In my head great is now I am

Kablam Kablam

I batter the darkness facing me

Feeling triumphant with my poetry

 

Aye that's yes

Yes in my head

Where easy it is

To feel so feel

 

The truer test

Is in the out about

And soon enough

I'll start to find me out

 

Whether you are with me then

I know do not

That is up to you

But still I will try

My best I can

To find my way

And sooner than you'd believe

 

Charles Petrie

 

Yes, I am feeling good about my poetry. And I am about to put it to the truer test...having just about gathered it all on my computer in preparation for an imminent printing push.

Indeed, I am going to print it myself, eschewing editorial, artistic and musical alonged withs..for this my First Edition: Jason's Book Of Poetry. Surely not the greatest title of any work anywhere, let alone among mine, but one that pleases me. And at the end of the, for this, if it happies me, well, that's a good start.

And when I say I'll be printing it, yes, I mean just that...for the first whatever number until, either I find me a proper publisher, or find me someone to underwrite my taking it to a printing place, who'll roll it out in greater numbers than I would.

First things first though. I need to finish the typing up, some additional writing and look see into some other i's and t's.

It's coming out soon as I will allow the beauty of the words inside to stand above the commonality of its face. And believe me, it will be quite common.

 

=-D