“Dear Amanda,
Thank you for sending your CV and an email in verse which I enjoyed reading.”
You must get many poets apply
But if I may I want to be sly
For a passion for poetry is not all
I have experience in editorial
Magazine journalism is my forte
And I’m already self-employed today
So it is inevitable I will implore
I can bring your sales, subs and website to the fore
If you but perchance to accept
My CV and application for you to vet
she thinks she's the bees knees
roses in her hair
and a cigarette in one hand
'to take the edge of the coffee'
that's one way of doing it
i suppose
blows smoke into the wind
so it carrying away from the
gathered crowd
she is
after all
considerate
if nothing else
I savor the comments readers leave on this blog. But often they are apologetic in tone, along the lines of "I'm not really a writer," or "I aspire to be a writer." In the technical sense of the word "writer," at least as I see it, these statements are a lie. They "wrote" a comment, forming words into grammatically correct sentences.
Announcement: I have started a new, serious blog: COIN PHRASES: Invest in your own words.
I take notes on creativity, careers and cash to help you, arty types and dreamy professionals, do your best work.
(this will continue as my sporadic, more personal one)
Creativity, careers and cash; the overlap and the ideas. I will talk about saving money, improving creative work and taking a leap of courage to make investments in ourselves. I will take notes on what it means to live a richer life and create a richer culture and how we could begin to define what art, and fun, and play, is worth.
My posts will veer between a service to you and my narcissism, comedy and tragedy, silliness and seriousness. But I am committed to this like I’m committed my work and I will report as a journalist, market at your service, freestyle as a creative writer and observe as a human being. Sometimes my word will be jumbled; that’d be a poem.
This blog will evolve, and get better, as my explorations reveal more about myself, and about you. There is space here for arty and dreamy types, professionals and those who live bravely, and I believe there is a bit of that in most people. How much do you let it out to play? I want to know. In learning about you I will learn about me. Just like me, this blog will be flawed, it will improve, and it will grow. I hope I can help you do that, too.
Please check it out, subscribe, contribute and/or send me admiration! :D
Seriously.
Search for ‘scruffy guy’ on Pinterest = hot guys, ‘love myself a scruffy guy’, ‘sexiest man alive’ and dishevelled is beautiful.
We even have this meme!
But search for ‘scruffy girl’?
Dogs.
Seriously?
Alex Shebar is an award winning reporter, writer, filmmaker, blogger, community manager and rock star, but without the money, fame or musical talent. He was the first ever Community Manager for Yelp in Cincinnati, Ohio, growing the market from nothing into one that overshadowed some of it's larger neighbouring cities. Currently, he's the Senior London CM for Yelp in London and works with businesses to show everything useful, grand and cool in the city.
I just want to write a book and be happy. Is that so hard?
I write. Just write. I’m not sure if that’s romantic anymore because I’ve lost my original purpose (I wrote it down somewhere).
I’m somewhat eccentric in my tenacity. Narcissistic, I think. Wisened as pages of endless thoughts, jaded as the words are faded.
Mystical, some say, when I merely described a bitter sugar-coated honesty, like all of life’s ironies and short-lived sweets.
I’m hooked on the drug. Hypnotised by the movement of my pen as I drive it on subconsciously, mercilessly, forgetting that even ink is finite and even moments like these come to an end. No, I keep going while I appreciate, lest I lose the faculty.
Insane in my persistence, I’m told that it will get me somewhere one day. I reply in obscurity, poetry jumbled in my head. They think my brain is brilliant, but I know it is merely weird.
