Kurt Brindley's Blog, page 89
August 29, 2015
Ain’t That America
Reporting live from Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
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August 28, 2015
Love ‘Lone Sweet
though blossoms sweet
’tis love ‘lone before my eyes
your love, my love sweet
Filed under: Photography, 俳句 Tagged: abundance, family, haiku, life, love, metaphors, nature, photography, poetry, relationships, The Lovely & Loving Megi, writing, 俳句








August 27, 2015
At least when the robots take over they will be much quicker in rejecting one of my stories…
You know, seeing how we already have robots writing poetry and composing music, I assume we will soon have robots taking over as reviewers and editors, as well.
I yearn for that day…
You see, months and months ago — essentially an eternity in our hyper-paced, brain-frazzling, tele-connected, continually-morphing-right-before-our-eyes day and age — in an effort to enhance (establish?) my writing cred, I submitted a couple short stories to various literary journals in the hope that they will get selected to be published so that when I self-publish my short story collection I can add a highfalutin aside within the book’s front matter that gives a self-congratulatory thank you to these literary journals for their wisdom and insight in selecting my work to be published.
Can ya dig?
I bet you can…
As I’m sure you suspect, I subject myself to the subjective and contrary literary values of these human reviewers and editors because, just between you and me, I (like most other self-published authors I suspect) would like to someday be an unself-published author and be recognized as a “real writer” within the old slow (really, really slow) world of traditional publishing. (A good read on the question of whether one should self-publish or not can be found here.)
But man* let me tall ya that from all the brain-scattering hyperlinking/twittering/buzzfeeding** I’m now addicted to, I’ve become a very impatient man***, which is why back in 2011, after experiencing how long it took agent after agent to reject my highly exceptional queries (that, and because back then I wasn’t sure I would be of this world too much longer) I began all this ego-degrading self-publishing and self-marketing nonsense in the first place.
And which is why now, months and months after submitting my highly exceptional short stories to these good-fortuned literary journals I am getting extremely impatient with their less than expeditious responses and am once again beginning to rethink my strategy for literary fame and wealth, all of which is causing me to consider withdrawing my submissions and just go ahead and publish the damn short story collection minus the self-congratulatory front matter aside.
Big sigh…
Anyway…
Off I go to my Submittable account for the third time this morning to see if the status of any of my submissions have magically changed to something other than “In-Progress.” At this point, I would celebrate even a status of “Declined” just so I can move on in certitude and vigor.
And, while I’m (over-)indulging in my self-inflicted publishing pain at Sumbittable, I invite you to indulge in a short piece of mine that was actually selected to be published by a highly respected (at least by me) though highly unknown independent publisher, and which can be found by click clicking right here.
Right on?
Yeah, write on…
*non-gender specific
**included for dramatic purposes only – I’ve never actually been on buzzfeed…no, really
***gender specific
Filed under: Publishing Tagged: authors, books, composing, editors, fiction, Indie Authors, indie publishing, poetry, publishing, reviews, robots, short stories, writers, writing








August 26, 2015
Untroubled Retreat
Zeno on retreat…
Nowhere can [a dog] find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.
MARCUS AURELIUS
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August 22, 2015
The Happily Disgruntled Writer Contemplates the Horror Potential of U.S. Politics…
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The Happily Disgruntled Writer Contemplates the Horror Potential of U. S. Politics…
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August 21, 2015
‘Tis When
’tis when winds refrain
when clouds dark advance beyond
when skies blue reveal
KURT’S LITERARY CONSULTING SERVICE: PROSOCHĒ
KURT’S NEW APP: ANDROID | APPLE
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T’is When
t’is when winds refrain
when clouds dark advance beyond
when skies blue reveal
KURT’S LITERARY CONSULTING SERVICE: PROSOCHĒ
KURT’S NEW APP: ANDROID | APPLE
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August 20, 2015
BOUND TO LEAVE: A Relating to Humans Poetry Feature by Gordon (RoughTradeEditor)
What a beautiful sunset,
I thought.
I used to hate people
who enjoyed
shit
like this,
but I didn’t realize
there is
beauty
in distance
and
hope
in somewhere else.
You can share your experiences Relating to Humans by visiting here.
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August 15, 2015
To nap perchance to dream…
Aurelius contemplating his existence…

Really, really contemplating it…
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