Tag: poetry

SIGHTS

The Charmin Bears Would Not Be Amused

X. Jupiter Hart

I was originally going to use my shiny new TikTok account as a showcase for my spontaneous poetry, but that concept lasted only for the first couple of videos. The more abstract and avant-garde creations of mine elicit more of a reaction from the Internet-surfing public, from the looks of things. Creations that will presumably become even trippier now that I’ve acquired Premiere as part of a bundle package with Photoshop. Had to do some tinkering around with the graphics card to get Premiere to work properly on Windows 11, but before long I had churned out the maiden GIF. I found myself promptly deactivating that Creative Cloud portal/updater doohickey that Adobe always installs on your machine when you buy one of these programs, though. That thing’s just a RAM whore. Mostly useless to boot.

On a completely unrelated note, this particular location has never had toilet paper. Ever. If you go number two, you must wipe your ass against the trees like the bears do it. But the beach is lovely.

@x_jupiterhart

#summer #hiking #beach #beachvibes #psychedelictok #outdoors #outhouse #canada #fyp

♬ Three Friends – 2011 Remaster – Gentle Giant
The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

Ring Out, Solstice Bells

X. Jupiter Hart

When the current shitshorm passes, people will do even more feasting and orgying to mark the occasion of the solstice. So at least we’ve got that to look forward to.

The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Happy New Year?

X. Jupiter Hart

2019 has started off on a sad note, for me personally. There’s been a death in the family. Cancer. Long illness. A death I could see coming from miles away. But that still doesn’t make it any less painful. Such is the nature of death. No matter how prepared you think you are for it, you never are. When it finally happens, the sting always hurts way more than you initially thought it would. Even if it was a family member who was in many ways your walking philosophical antithesis, it still hurts to see them go.

At this point, I can’t see January to be a heavy blogging month. I may spend the remainder of the winter writing macabre poetry about wrathful Tibetan deities that I’ll never bother to publish and will probably get stolen and used thirty years from now as an advertising jingle for either a child’s toy or a marital aid, on a medium that doesn’t exist yet. Or maybe the complete opposite will happen, and I’ll be back in peak blogging form as early as next week. It’s difficult to tell with these things. The only thing I know for sure is that medicine wheels are turning, like they have since the dawn of time. That, and the Twitterverse will be in for a real treat this month.