Notices by dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social), page 16

@tellio

here is where
a seed
gets planted

#smallpoems remix re-riff response

@paragate I like that line of "whispers secrets to the bees" -- nice

The dusty solitude of
the machine
masks the music
of its past.
All I hear is
history.

#smallpoems (connecting to #smallstories post today)

My 13 year old discovered my four-track recorder in the basement, dragged it upstairs to ask if he could use it. Of course. His fingers turned knobs. Slid faders. We'll need cassette tapes, I said, and then I was struck by memories of hours/days I spent with four-track recorders so many years ago (the original Tascam was my companion - this one came later). Writing songs. Recording them. Boxes of master tapes exist. Years before this life, that was my life. I felt them merge. #smallstories

“It was an odd sensation to be thinking of someone and have her expectedly appear. Like thoughts come to life. It must be fate …”

-- from Hello, Universe by Erin Entrada Kelly, page 54

#smallquotes

The other day, I weighed bringing home two books about music from the library. I took the wrong one. I took the wrong darned one. But I went back today and got the other book, the one I should have gotten.
Now I #amreading Meet Me in the Bathroom about the NYC music scene. (And I don't know why I didn't just get both books at the time ... ) Happy, now.

So this is where
you say the words go
to rest.

We unwind
the time for
rhymes,

break loose
stanzas
from the lines,

put the poems back
into the pocket
for another
time.

The flow is
slowed but never
silent.

The writing, merely
the temporary act of
capturing the
heart, which never stops
beating.

This is by
design.

#smallpoems
#npm2018

The last prompt by Bud -- the end.

“Although bound by a physical backbone most of us hardly ever consider, the Internet seems to float, boundless, from device to device. The sum of its experiences can’t be revealed by any consideration of its infrastructure, and a cable tells us nothing about the conversations coursing through it.”

-- from Broad Band (The Untold Story of the Women Who Made the Internet) by Claire Evans, page 145

#smallquotes

I don't begrudge folks who are trying to make a living and finding ways to get work. But the group known as "college painters" has me annoyed to the point of frustration. They put paper fliers on the flags of mailboxes this weekend, promoting their home painting service. Fine. But nearly every flier flew off the flags in the breeze, leaving he streets of our neighborhood littered with the group's advertisements.The only reason I might call the number now is to complain. #smallstories

@paralithode Night ...

@wohali Perhaps so (aphid observation). I didn't know if aphids lived on glass windows, and I know there are flies there. Thus, I made the leap.