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 I wrote a sci-fi novel where the protagonist a mad scientist found a way to suck out all air from body by injecting a serum. As a result it knocked out oxygen from body:blood in the veins turned to dust, lungs exploded and the patients died agonizing death. In order to bring out the psychic terror I formatted book,- 450 pages of it, from the first to the last page without any space between paragraphs,words, letters.

Oh the horror of thinking it up! Much more was in the horror of injecting my hopped- up imagination into the veins of each sentence and sustaining it as pages  churned one  after the other, and when I wrote finis at the end it was such a relief I leapt to open wide the shuttered windows. My penthouse of the Kiss-the-sky Apts on Steve Canyon Dr. had always its spectacular sunsets and the deep gulches I could look down and look at shoppers crawling like ants. Relief of finishing the book had shot glad oil into my system I almost jumped from my perch in deliriously happy frame.

The clocks from the interior chimed mournfully as a hearse wending its precious cargo, or whatever left of it to its rest.  The spell was broken, readers! I gathered all the pages into a  stack -a scene out of Giotto,- Deposition of Christ from the cross and rang up Bela Lugosi of a literary agent. He read a few pages and shuddered. I guess he had looked almost death in the face and dared not keep at it. He looked at me as though I had an axe bloodied and was practicing my swing at him. In a sweat he beat it. Straight to my publishers, I can vouch for.

The Book at last was out two weeks before Halloween. Whoever lined up to read  a sci-fi didn’t reach the end of the line. One look at the blurb splashed as Dead or Alive poster in the B- western movies had sent them helter-skelter.

The writing experience killed something in me. No more I could look at a page without seeing lines maddening whirl of typefaces marching on a Walpurgis Night. What the hell I lived through a hell of sci-fi that I had lit up.

benny

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Common Raccoon-pen

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After Rembrandt etching-Clement de Jonghe

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Social Media is Not a CareerIt is simply a function of marketing; it helps support branding, a means to get more awareness, more users or more revenue.  It’s not an end in itself.  Don’t latch on to a saddle however smelling of horseflesh if the horse is not under you.

Pick Up the Phone – ‘Be a mensch’ and show yourself as one, which you cannot from behind your computer. Business gets done on the phone and in person.  So keep your smile ready and it will be a winner if you also have developed skills to project your personality through voice attention and inner warmth. It should be your first instinct, not last, to talk to a real person and source business opportunities

Be the First In & Last to Leave ­ This advice I give to the 20-year olds with some trepidation. In my day as an apprentice when the employer palmed you with his discards and $ 3 per month for tea  my rule was be the last to arrive and first to leave. No more. In these days your boss fires by email ‘u r fired, sry’ out of the blue. Company that you grew with and almost lived your life will dump you. So wise up to sobs whose ethics is all set like a hologram in a $5 bill carries no more value.

For those who mean to excel no matter what here is my advice: Pay for the hire and to show your good will give quality time to your work. Still in the formative stages of your professional career  you have more ground to make up than everyone else around you which you shall not achieve on this strictly work- for- pay mentality. If you know better than the rest no company worth its name will risk losing you for some measly $100. If you have something to prove, work like hell since your colleagues shall not be sitting on their butts knowing your work experience in quality is in leaps and bounds than theirs , and you do have something to prove.  There’s only one sure-fire way to get ahead, and that’s to work harder than all of your peers.

Don’t Wait to Be Told What to Do –  If  you have no responsibility your duty calls elsewhere.  You’ll never get ahead by waiting for someone to tell you what to do.  Saying “nobody asked me to do this” while the leaky faucet is flooding the canteen tells your boss  in Acme Waterworks Plumbing &Sanitation Co. one thing:  ‘plumbing isn’t your line.

Take Responsibility for Your MistakesYou should be making lots of mistakes when you’re early on in your career.  But you shouldn’t be defensive about errors in judgment or execution.  Stop trying to justify your F-ups.  You’re only going to grow by embracing the lessons learned from your mistakes, and committing to learn from those experiences.

You Should Be Getting Your Butt KickedWorking for someone that demands excellence and pushes your limits every day will build the most solid foundation for your ongoing professional success.

A New Job a Year Isn’t a Good Thing ­­–  It takes about 2-3 years to master any new critical skill, give yourself at least that much time before you jump ship.  Otherwise your resume reads as a series of red flags on why not to be hired.

People Matter More Than Perks It’s so trendy to pick the company that offers the most flex time, unlimited meals, company massages, game rooms and team outings.  Those should all matter, but not as much as the character of your founders and managers. Great leaders will mentor you and will be a loyal source of employment long after you’ve left.  (-(Ack:Forbes July 23,13 Jason Nazar)

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Pen Portraits-Robert Browning
Robert Browning (1812-1889) Largely taught at home his genius had to find a clear direction. In the 1830s switching from verse drama he settled on dramatic monologue. His real talents lay in taking a single character and allowing him to discover himself to us by revealing more of himself in his speeches and as a result in Paracelsus (1835) we see him as a poet sure of his genius. It got encouraging reviews but the difficulty and obscurity of his long poem Sordello (1840) turned the critics against him, and for many years they continued to complain of obscurity even in his shorter, more accessible lyrics. Perhaps the pitfall lay in his mode of education as self taught and range of scholarship he acquired had overshot those of his reading public. In 1845 his encounter with Elizabeth Barrett at her father’s place at Wimpole Street was remarkable. Although she was an invalid and very much under the control of a domineering father, the two married in September 1846 and a few days later eloped to Italy, where they lived until her death in 1861. The years in Florence were among the happiest for both of them. Her love for him was demonstrated in the Sonnets from the Portugese, and to her he dedicated Men and Women, which contains his best poetry. Public sympathy for him after her death (she was a much more popular poet during their lifetimes) surely helped the critical reception of his Collected Poems (1862) and Dramatis Personae (1863). The Ring and the Book (1868-9). In his day he was ranked with Tennyson as the foremost poet.
Although he lived and wrote actively for another twenty years, the late ’60s were the peak of his career. His influence continued to grow, however, and finally lead to the founding of the Browning Society in 1881. He died in 1889, on the same day that his final volume of verse, Asolando, was published. He is buried in Poet’s Corner of Westminster Abbey.(ack:www.victorianweb.org)

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‘Alice O Alice,

Can I take your heart on lease

Will that do for love?

Alice, Oh Alice!

Say yes please!’

Yes that’s a thought I most relish

O Tom I shall make you mine for sure

And e’en walk the aisle with you on a leash.

benny

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Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you? ~Rumi

 

Eagles that soar far above cloud’s congested lanes

Seek once again their bondage,

Such is their wisdom and it goes to its very centre

of their ignorance;

Be not alarmed when the bugles sound

And the contagion of evil walks in smoke and wailing-

The victor’s price is blood and mother’s lament.

Every cleaving of the air merely

sweeps the dusty face of the earth

back and forth;

They shall too cease and wrap in the end

The disturber of earth and shaker of kingdoms.

Bid the minions of fearful factions

To lead the victor to his domain,

Into darkness and bind him to perpetual silence.

Brother what avails your search

To the depths of the farthest ocean swell

When the wind has turned

From a seizure to sleep?

If these oceans in relay swept round and round

Into a vortex without a center

Know for sure for all pother

End was not here or there

But down below laid in neat rows for timeless respite

By your father’s bier.

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