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The Case of the Missing Book

“Holmes!” I cried,
I have tried
To deduce who took
My book.
I gave it to a girl, that she might read
And by so doing her mind feed.

She works in a store,
And would, I thought handle it with care,
But, on my return I discovered it was no longer there.
I fear it will be seen no more
And is forever lost somewhere in that store”.

My dear Watson, someone took
Your book,
While it was left lying around
By a shop girl, in a well known store.
I agree you will see it no more.
It is a problem too profou...

Publish a paperback on Amazon’s KDP (Beta)

Amazon has recently added the ability to publish a paperback on KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing). To learn more please visit the following link, https://kdp.amazon.com/help?topicId=AH8RA6CMVRN8Y&ref_=pe_2983330_227202760_kdp_BS_D_pgs

Guest author: Victoria Zigler – Infographics

A great guest post by my author friend Victoria (Tori) Zigler. I, (like Tori) am blind and use screen reading software which converts text into speech and braille enabling me to access my computer. As Tori points out, picture heavy posts (lacking any descriptive text) are wholly useless to blind computer users. There are (as Tori points out) ways to utilise pictures while still making posts meaningful to visually impaired readersfor example by adding descriptive texts to images. Kevin

Sue Vi...

The Ghosts in Our Walls: History and Tales from the Haunted South

This sounds like a fascinating read.

Kristen Twardowski

There are ghosts in the walls of old houses. They roam abandoned plantations. They float down the side streets of southern cities on sticky, sultry summer nights.

That is what the dark tourism industry would have us believe at any rate. Dark tourism is travel that is steeped in suffering of one sort or another. In the American South, this industry overlaps with the ghost tourism industry in which people investigate potential hauntings. H...

There Was A Young Transhumanist Called Mia

There was a young Transhumanist called Mia
Who said, “eternal life draws very near”.
As she grew older
The devil on her shoulder
Whispered “maybe, but it is not yet here”.

—

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transhumanism

There Was A Young Journalist Called Drew

There was a young journalist called Drew
Who wrote articles about me and you.
When we did complain,
He replied with disdain
“And you expect me to write what is true?!”

Posthumanism and Transhumanism: The Myth of Perfectibility – Divergent Worlds?

southern nights

History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

– James Joyce

Enhancement. Why shouldn’t we make ourselves better than we are now? We’re incomplete. Why leave something as fabulous as life up to chance?

– Richard Powers,  Generosity: An Enhancement

In Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow a point is reached in the text in which the inexorable power of an accelerating capitalism is shown out of control mutating into something else something not quite human:

The War need...

Flowers In A Jar

Venus’s star
Will shine bright
Tonight
On flowers in a jar.

Lovers will raise
A glass in praise
Of the goddess most fair
And stare
In rapture
At the blooms which so exquisitely capture
The essence of Valentine’s day,
For they
being artificial, can not fade away

We must transform into Cyborgs or become irrelevant as AI takes over the world, Elon Musk claims

This article, “We must transform into Cyborgs or become irrelevant as AI takes over the world, Elon Musk claims”, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4220202/Elon-Musk-thinks-AI-human-symbiotes.html), prompted me to pen my poem of 13 February, (https://newauthoronline.com/2017/02/13/mans-destiny/).

Man’s Destiny

“Man’s destiny is …” they say
And, looking far away,
Weave fancies in the air
(For which I do not care).

To sit by an open pub fire
Fulfils my heart’s desire,
Yet they can not leave it alone
(This desire to transform skin and bone
Into silicone).

I hear the ticking clock
And feel inner peace,
But they will not cease
In their search to unlock
That which, perhaps keeps us sane,
(This imperfect human brain).

“We must transcend
The human and ascend
To the sky.
We can be as gods, you and I”,
Th...