Posts Tagged ‘progress’

It’s Kind of Strange

Friday, June 27th, 2008

I’ve not updated in a while, so I felt it was high time I actually did a little bit of personal talkage. So far the project’s progressing very slowly. However, I don’t mind that and in truth I expected that it would. It’d be very weird to sell a thousand dollars worth of poems right out the starting gates. I’m catching my stride, though, and I don’t believe I’ve missed a day of posting up new poems!

 

To each of you who’ve subscribed to my feed or simply visit frequently, thank you very much your support means a great deal to me. Oddly enough, SINMinX has become something of a refuge for me as of late. Most of you who’ve been frequenting since the first days know that I also write for other websites as well as a run a sizeable site catering to horror fans. I’m also learning as much as possible about marketing because it fascinates and it’s a part of art, as well. I’ve managed to get hooked up with a product I’m proud to promote (though I’m not going to plug it here right now) that’s an aspiring filmmaker’s dream come true. A good chunk of my time is going into that. I’d rather learn with someone else’s product the ins and outs of this crazy marketing stuff rather than put SINMinX through the wringer.

 

I will be posting more E-bay auctions, but the last one did not sell so I’ll go ahead and wait until a particularly striking poem reveals itself to me. I never write a poem with a sales intent behind it. Not because I feel that would be ‘wrong’, but when I’m writing and posting here each night/morning I’ve got a certain artistic freedom I really savor. As for the videos, my last one got blown off course so it may be a while. I’m going by whims at the moment. My main ambition is to keep creating fresh, sincere poems. I’ve got a luxury here and I intend to make the most of it while I can because I believe when people do begin to realize the advertising potential (or maybe even the artistic merit) of SINMinX, there’s going to be a gold rush and I’ll be drowning in poem orders to fill. I look forward to that day, but I also realize it may be overwhelming.

Oh, and look for the second and third sponsored poems to be posted up on the front page very soon. I’ll announce them here in the blog, as well. They’ve been paid for and the delay’s due to some scheduling difficulties the buyer’s been going through. She’s a terrific artist, though, and I do think you’ll enjoy seeing the artwork that will accompany the pages of the poems I’m writing for her. :)

Once again, thank you VERY much for all your support and (apparently) spreading the word about this blog! If you’ve got any comments or questions, feel free to speak you mind.

Way Back When

Monday, June 16th, 2008

Way Back When

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

curious mystique drenching memory puddles gone to algae
tingling brackish sensations lighting up for my recall
how time darkens the lense of perception but eases its focusability
a cigar box my mother cried over where i kept sports cards
a scuffed grey dog of black ears, a wind-up lullabye lion
weird, the way a stack of papers in the closet back call quietly
can you hear me? i need you to come look at this
finally, giving in transforms itself to physical law
radar blips a’blinking despite irrelevance, pushing eyes
dead silent alarm clanging ga-jing invisible repetition
look away but it won’t last long, a dying tradition
in case you wondered - they tore the whole thing down
a place rumored to host fights between teens swinging chains
tire irons organizing beatdowns closer to Compton, not Hicksville
legendary Rottweilers used to guard the grounds in predjudice
cheap entertainment passed over for night church
they tore the whole thing down, paved it. excuse?
every town ought to have a Super Wal-Mart
Ye$, indeed.

 

This poem for sale: $18.00 (19 lines, but two words won’t be charged for)