I've been writing a song for the start titles of an animated cartoon. Complicated, because it's only forty seconds, and the message (specific words they want to use) is fixed, and because, at the start they only requested a seven-footed line, to match the French, and my musician put stressed syllables at the end of every line (which, seeing they wanted "future" and "present" as accented terms, which doesn't make my job any easier) Still, I'm not one to back down from a challenge;...

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The Who said (in My Ge-ge-generation) "Hope I die before I get old".
I might still manage it..

What, the pedantry and the 'know it all' way I throw out facts? I achieved both of them in my late teens, so if they're proof of age, I was never young.

My mistreated body falling apart, held functional by cocktails of pills? More telling, that, as once upon a certain time ago, I avoided even asprin. But not a proof; certainly my memory is not what it once...

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Oh, dear, I've upset someone.

Following clues like an anal bloodhound it would seem someone has packed up and left because I was not nice in Critiques. And it is true that I am not nice therein, that is perfectly true; though my experience I am no more unpleasant than influential others the writing will encounter on its tortuous road toward fame and glory, and I'm easy to ignore.

I was encouraged, paradoxically enough, by the support I got, from people I can't even...

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Oh, great.

Another excuse for not getting down to typing my notebooks into digital form: a blog.

And I'm expected to update it regularly? Frequently? Occasionally?
I know nothing about blogs.

Inspiration has started to clog
A muse is not something to flog
Calendar canonical
Log onto the Chronicle
And immerse yourself in your blog.

What am I doing that's special? I'm in the studio, as always, with far...

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