Terrence Culkin, Writing, Poetry & other adventure

Lincoln and Darwin 200 birthday…

Terry — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 15:44:52 +0000

It is rare that two great people who changed history share the same birthday, and extremely interesting that they would be born in the same year. Darwin and Lincoln may not of ever met during there life time since they lived in different worlds. However, both of them have shaped the world we live in today. Happy 200 Birthday to Charles Darwin and President Lincoln. I honor both of there accomplishments.

All In My Head – Part 1

Terry — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 20:21:57 +0000

–Short story I’m writing online. Broken in little parts. –

B-A-N-G. That wasn’t a gun, no. Worse then a bullet or I imagine so. The column on 323 Madison walks off without a dent, the marble green shows hints of red. My hand reaches back interfering with the vibrations the skull emitted. Somewhere on the ground Loren continues her rambling while my eyes feel like the Hoover dam.
My blurred vision stares at my hand, some parts of the brain are working overtime, the hamster that spins in his wheel spins faster calling on the heart to speed up his production. In the distance a mumbled “Hey! Are you there.” Forced me to grab the lost metallic artifact from the sidewalk.
“Yeah, Just hit my head.” I explained. Rather then giving any sign of compassion Loren continued her banter. This time about her job, the one that she hates, regrets ever accepting and has been quitting for the past five years. There are only six banters and on her banter scale the job is only a level five out of ten. My hand retrieved more red warm liquid from my cracked skull as her voice spiked to volumes that only dogs hear.
“Loren I have to call you back, I …” I spat out, a little cracked, as she interrupted with her normal plea.
“Fine.” She screeched, then the call droped as my wrist followed that motion of snapping shut the cancerist object that my life depends on. I contemplate of calling someone about the bump growing above possibly damaged brain cells or just enter the building and find a bathroom. After all, the show must go on.

The Smartest man… maybe?

Terry — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:36:53 +0000

A while back I participated in the Smartest man, put it on my side bar. But now its gone… doesn’t fit, no longer prudent (I hope George Bush Senior doesn’t sue me for that.) So, here is the list and its a fun exchange between smart people, or just smart bloggers, or maybe just something to do when your not that smart. So tell me how smart are you???

Click more for list:

Ventibate

Thought for the Day

The Thinking Blog

Market to the Mobile Masses

Views of the All Seeing Eye

Charles Sheehan-Miles

Discover Something Every Day

Earn Online Money

Brakar.com

The West Virginia Blogger

Random Content and More

Backwoods Drifter

Bowrag’s Blog

Canadian Political Perspective

Sleeping Kitten – Dancing Dog

New Bricks and Panties

French Life and Living in France

Velvet Hammer’s Ironic Surrealism

An Islander’s Outlook of the World

New look and over 50 posts…

Terry — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 22:09:49 +0000

This is a different kind of post, I guess one would say a self-promotion-bragging post. Its been close to two years since I started this blog on the crumbling ruins of my former site and I have sped past the 50 post mark. This would be 53 if this is considered to be a constructable post.

I guess this would be tagged better as ‘Hey Look at What I did!’ However that tag wouldn’t fit in my newly re-designed site. After-all after a while I get sick of looking at the same layout. Like anything new I’m sure there a few bugs here and there. I’m working hard of fixing those along with digging up content for this and my other sites (Which are now listed right above this post – how cool is that?)

Thanks for reading my poems, writings and brainless rants over the past year and 9 months. I can’t promise anything better or worse, however I can do a re-cap of my favorite posts:

But hey that’s just my Opinion. Tell me what you think???

Word of the Day: Temper

Terry — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 17:38:43 +0000

Temper

Photo: Guayasamin mural}

No. No. No.

You say it with an evil tounge,

flying high on an adrlene rush.

Holes are in the walls

and the tv’s eating a shoe.

No. No. No.

Life compressed with stress,

pumping through my veins.

As the high slips, breathing regains,

looking around I see only me.

My beast no longer in control,

I stand alone cleaning your mess.

Word of the Day: Fire

Terry — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 21:49:50 +0000

Fire

Dancing on my oxygen,

heating my desires.

I admire all your sin,

your fire that never dies.

Sparking my attention,

they fly high in the air.

The memories that mention

all my friends who care.

Word of the Day: Rose

Terry — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 19:10:12 +0000

ROSE

Romantic and warm when you are red,

covered in the blood of Nature.

Cut and pruned for our pleasure,

making one smile with a sniff.

All your mystery amuses me,

many uses for such a flower.

I give you away to the girl I love,

and one day she cuts you long

and tosses you upon my grave.

Word of the Day: Tomorrow

Terry — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:48:30 +0000

Word of the Day: Tomorrow

It is not today that worries me, but tomorrow. Today is predictable and pretty with a slight chance of cold. Yesterday was warm and fuzz like a Chia Latte sliding down my throat. Right now in the moment I’m blinded by the colliding cosmos withing my mind. They circle around, crashing into neuron after neuron changing my direction and mission by the nano-second. When today becomes tomorrow there will be one less neuron to realize that time has passed.

Word of the Day: Light

Terry — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:46:05 +0000

{New thing here! Word of the Day will be posted with a quick poem or flash-fiction that is inspired by the word and contains the word. Point of this is exercise is to keep my writing in the moment. Anyone who wishes to play simply comment there post to the Word of the Day.}

Word of the Day: Light

Timed by a spin, tilted in space

I Stare at specks of you.

Covering the sky above,

winking me to believe

tomorrow will bring

one of you closer to me.

In your morning Light,

you show me this world.

Cafe Writing, Tesla’s Chair of Electricity

Terry — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 21:47:41 +0000

Cafe Writing January Project is very interesting. This is my first time trying this after discovering the site through a fellow blogger Why Paisley. I chose to write about a picture I love, this is not really fiction but more of a scene, a reflection of one of my role models Nikola Tesla. This picture has inspired me over the years and has showed me that anything is possible. A short poem I also wrote following the piece.

Tesla’s Chair of Electricity
Current through the air, oh those dreams you dared. The first time I saw you in the photo above, almost a hundred years after the negative dried, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Who would stand so close to danger? Who wouldn’t fear the electrical current that surrounds them? The answer is the man who discovered the impossible. The man out of time, the ‘Lord of the Lightning’. Looking at you, writing away, discovering something new, I let my mind slip into the past and travel to your time. It was 1899 in Colorado Springs that you constructed a tower of metal to send electricity through the air all the way to New York. To this day a task that has never been completed, a task that no one is crazy enough to try.

I’ve fallen in love with the meaning of this picture, the achievements of your mind. The truth that once you put your mind towards something don’t let anything stop you. However even the smartest of men fail, even the most brilliant fall. You lived your life, stubborn but true to science. A life about current and the radio wave and today you are the image of the mad scientist as the man you once mocked is seen as the icon of a genius. What I see most out of this picture is fearless and dedication, an old world that will never come back again since those discoveries have brought us our modern necessities, your imagination empowers our modern economy.

What would it be like to be in that chair, to surround one self with thousands of volts of current? The never stopping snaps and crackles that puncture the inner ear, or feel the burning sensation as a stream of white light comes near. What would it feel to have the current flow through the body the way you demonstrated to so many, would is tickle or sting? You do not care for these silly questions. No. You do not care at all. These are below you as you write our future technology.

As I stare into the past, the picture tells me more, it talks to me and teases me and makes me come up with wild dreams. If a man can accomplish so much, pour thousands of volts of electricity through there body, change the world with a switch and yet a hundred years later be a ghost to the modern world then our actions no matter how grand they become in the end only belong to the person who performed them. I want to be in Tesla’s chair of electricity and be so calm and focused while the rest of the world shoots off its chaotic lightning storm.

His Name Blew A Fuse
The birthplace for our obsession
of the great radio waves,
the man who perfected the art.
He proves this point calmly
sitting in an uncommon spot.
Whether a genius or a mad man,
it is easy to note his radiance.
As thunder strikes around him,
the lighting sparks within.
Thank you Nikola Tesla,
for all the cell phones and data,
transmitted through the air.
Without the ‘man out of time’,
electricity would only be direct.
Though his name blew a fuse
many remember his alternate current.