Descends the Drape

Descends the Drape

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan Descends the drape guillotine of the run celebrated and mourned in voices loud and whispers soft The whine of tools Passes the set to bones and vacuum The cast’s final exodus to home while from the ashes rises the next It lives on, the run, immortal in memory and legend a thousand moments and bonds new found or renewed This poem was written after I got home from the theatre on the closing night of “Inherit the Wind” at Ottawa Little Theatre. As the final curtain fell, it seemed, in a flash, to be an executioner’s implement – bringing a final, irreversible ending. It goes through my mind every time a production closes....

Microsoft Live Writer 2011 – A Love Affair

a cool tool for bloggers Every now and then something happens and your life is forever changed. I suppose this is usually encountering that special someone and sliding down a silver slope into bliss. For craftspeople and tech geeks, sometimes it’s just finding the right tool for a job you do often. The day I was introduced to Microsoft Live Writer was just such a day, and it was renewed with the release of the 2011 version. Live Writer is a freebie blog authoring tool from Microsoft that works with pretty much any blogging technology out there. Equipped with dozens of plug ins (my favorite slides a flickr photo into the post with a couple of mouse clicks). You can include photos, video and maps, slide them around, wrap text around them and apply a bevy of pre-set styles – even give a graphic a little tilt (as shown by my ink to the right). The application connects to your blog, downloads the blog’s theme (some themes play better than others), category and tag lists, and you then work on your post offline. Once you’re ready to roll, you upload your post as a draft (and it’ll upload photos automatically to your site if need be – some configuration may be required). Once uploaded, you can inspect it and hit publish from the admin panel. One tip to mention… I cannot find, on any menu or ribbon thingy how to open entries on an existing blog – something I relied on with the previous version – but all is made clear if you hit CNTL-O (keyboard shortcut for “open”)...
The Groves of Fionntán Senechs

The Groves of Fionntán Senechs

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan One autumn evening three companions huddled against the cold and damp. Each felt their lot to be most unfortunate and were warming to a long evening of complaint. They were interrupted by a passing bard, seeking succor against the night. Reluctantly, they took him in, fearing he had a faerie look to him. As evening drained into night the bard was ignored. The company moaned protest piled on grievance and scorn. Only after the moon had come and gone and the litanies waned did the bard speak. “Seldom have I heard lamentations stretch to such epic length as yours. It is clear I have neither song nor story to cheer you in thanks for your fire. There is, however, a place of which the faeries speak that may relieve your misery.” At the mention of faeries the three exchanged satisfied glances, glad to have read his appearance correctly. “On the mountain south of here there lie two magical groves ringed in willow and yew. On the equinox the lines between worlds thin and mortals may enter the henge. Seek out the groves and their keeper to gain mastery over your plight.” They looked again at each other, dubious and doubtful. In that instant there was a flutter of feathers and the bard was gone. The strange disappearance ignited the curiosity of the company enough to overcome any doubts; they journeyed to the mountain. On the afternoon of the equinox they found a great ring of willow and yew, just as they had been told, and entered through a narrow gap in the trees. A...
Privilege

Privilege

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan You can download the .mp3 here: BelltowerofPrivilege.mp3 What calling what meaning minor wanderings and fleeting effect? From earth’s womb emerges consciousness seeking purpose cause great or small Unique, perhaps, amongst rock fire and ice to come and to pass on What more is required? to be is sufficient privilege This follows a late night discussion… one of those “meaning of life” chats. I’m pretty driven but I recognize that my efforts will result in things destined to pass in time. The conclusion of the gab was that conscious life is so rare in the universe (indeed – perhaps we are the only self aware consciousness? Who knows?) that to be here is enough. Legacy is a nice idea but not required. The image is a capture of a structure I built, The Belltower of Privilege, that portrayed this poem for Burn2 2010, an official (if virtual) affiliate of Burning Man. It played random notes across three pentatonic octaves – which you can hear in the...
Kiss

Kiss

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2008 Dark, but for flickering flame and burning souls connected and touching, trembling mouths and breath On palette lips, stardust and tongues, like brushes paint the universe...
Shell Shock

Shell Shock

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2008 Vivid rush ancient terror fear Adrenalized panic crush smeared me Abruptly jellied soul naked shriveled heart Catastrophic collapse of literate grace Fumbled exit to terrified loneliness Descends the vulture past and its bloody beak Wait and endure carrion soul will rise Zombie shadow a lingering aura A bit of a portrait of post traumatic stress – how it can all rush back on you sometimes with only a shadow of some reminder triggering...