Posts tagged ‘Facebook Famous’

December 9, 2013

From Books to Blogs; A Story of Evolution

 

From books to blogs like cats and dogs;

We’re surrounded by a million writers with a million words,

Wanting to get read and be heard- absurd.

 

Zombies scare me less.

 

How to Be a Famous Writer:

Start today, don’t delay, and get on your way.

Print press doesn’t pay like they say.

It only takes a few seconds to change your ways.

 

Like Flies on Shit.

 

What’s an artist’s wage?

Cost per page?

Adverts?

 

MPR broadcasts their crying.

You’d think people were dying.

 

Do they even fucking read?

 

I could hardly hold back my laughter.

 

Then we look at progress, and the prospects.

Not finding a silver-lining.

 

No room for wining and dining.

 

You find that surprising?

 

No one’s getting fatter.

 

This hobby wasn’t to fill any part of any wallet.

Act like Author Gods but they haven’t yet penned their ‘Hobbit’.

Just minds and thoughts figuring how those unique (everyone) call it.

They were so close, but they lost it.

 

I want to vomit.

 

I don’t see.

They follow what they want to be.

Flee to the next scheme…

 

But sadly others have been there before; up, down, and in between; twice, three times, maybe four.

Do we need anymore?

 

Can we chart forward progress by going backward?

 

Recline, sit in a chair.

Analyze, document, look, read, compare,

Tense up and think about how life is unfair.

 

Are you prepared?

 

Open Market, Open Mic, there’s an Open Season on the Weekend Artist tonight.

-Awake and aware of the unawares.

-Happily, a positive outlier without a care.

Counter parts rest comfortably under stairs.

 

Understand the standard deviation and mean,

But not meaning to be mean-

 

All part of the artistry in the Minneapolis Scene,

Wipe ass with freshly torn pages.

 

Print press has changed throughout the ages,

And they present new material as if it’s not dated…

 

Faded yellow on a dusty shelf. 

He called it sleeping knowledge.

I think his popularity needs help. 

 

And all of those resources have been wasted.

They don’t factor external cost,

They can’t calculate their displacement*.

 

At least hope and ambition aren’t lost.

 

 

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Displacement_(psychology)

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November 25, 2013

Failed Writers, and Every Artist That Ever Told Someone They Were (I Love Your Hate)

Do you hate what you do?

 

You’re being paid to forget your passion.

Complain about things which actually happen.

 

Content,

Not moving forward,

Just sitting,

Talking,

And talking…

 

This remains your common reaction.

 

Affixed rock as flowing water moves around you.

Abandon choice to choose, afraid to lose, change astounds you too.

 

Roll on sitting duck.

Others could give a fuck.

 

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I Love Your Hate,

 

There to motivate.

 

It feels good to surpass those who told me I wouldn’t amount to shit.

I’ll not list them by name, but they know who they are.

 

Keep being yourself, don’t move.

A mindset like that will get you so far.

November 3, 2013

Facebook Famous Twin Cities

You’re the next everyone else,

Lest you be yourself.

 

Caption Queen amongst the memes.

 

Twit wit shit list.

 

And we’ve only come to the talk in Uptown.

 

 

Facebook Famous.

Reddit a Million times.

 

No more waiting in line.

Status update: Fine.

 

Googley eyes.

A Wikileaks work week.

 

And we’ve just come to a stoplight on Nicollet in Downtown.

 

 

 

Watching the clock, listing, clicking, trolling, scrolling…

Wasting time.

 

Fuck going outside,

I sit back and recline.

 

And we’ve just been stuck inside.

 

 

All night out.

All day in.

All living in sin.

It’s a hit with the cool kids.

 

What’s a book?

What’s a park?

What’s a walk?

 

Loving it.

 

And the lit up screen in front of me keeps me out of the dark.

 

 

Dial tone on the phone to text.

Who needs to talk?

 

Life is complicated,

And complex.

 

Depressed and unable to rest.

 

Wake to a beep, everyday things in my nightmares mar my sleep.

Thank god it was just a dream.

 

Again, I reach for my phone.

Notification with a beep alerts me.

 

And we lie in a bed in Marcy Holmes.

 

 

I’ve seen things on my feet:

 

From the free clinics to the free church dinners,

Social media makes everyone a winner.

 

Or the ice couldn’t get much thinner.

 

All over these deep waters.

 

You see?

 

Just click.

August 30, 2013

My Contemporaries

My Contemporaries

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Stolen stories about how I tell people I’m a writer.

I don’t, I’m not.

I just type a lot.

 

This took place at the VFW, this took place on social media, and this whole idea took place in my mind.

He said she said.

Of course I’m fine.

 

To my contemporaries,

You hardly write, you always talk, and what is there to do about it?

Nothing.

Your work exists in the rain like chalk.

 

Frame of mind, you are blind.

Idly wasting time, waste of time.

 

The only thing we have in common is proximity on a map.

You have released thoughts from their trap.

Your handshakes, salutations, and self-descriptions fall flat.

 

Is there more to you?

More to do?

We can only assume.

 

As long as you are around I know there is someone better fit for the job.

Making us all look good.

 

Cheers,

TS_

 

After Thought:

 

Facebook Famous,

Got it covered like a condom.

 

Not paying to publish.

Not wasting paper.

Not advertising falsities.

Not entertaining bullshit.

 

The only way to exist.

 

I just wrote all of this.

I haven’t spoken a single word.

Ain’t that a bitch?

 

Don’t believe everything you say, speak, read, or see.

Most people lie.

I formulate drafts when I sit.

 

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How’d you get famous?

You know it’s not word of mouth when you’re speaking about yourself, right?