Gripping Memories

Memory Storage in pictures
I have my photos on iPhotos, on Flickr, on Google photos. Flickr (used to?) give you one TB free storage, for iPhoto you need to pay for iCloud space, Google’s storage is limitless for reduced resolution. I like Google’s option because you can search your photos by keyword, and it makes nice collections of events. It’s also great for sharing albums. Every photo has its own (shortened) https link, but I think they decay? Flickr’s https-links are/were great. Frustratingly, I now have to delete duplicates endlessly, having triggered the automated upload on more than one front…this I need to sort out. Now I see iMazing, which is something like Time Machine for your iPhone and iPad…At some point all this memory curating may drive me crazy. Speaking of natural memory ability, today is my totem animal’s day. Me, my imagination and reality: a three-body problem. (I have finished The Heartland Trilogy– great fun, and have just started reading The Three Body Problem, by Liu Cixin, translated by Ken Liu) So far it’s fascinating. I must try to go through The Feynman Lectures on Physics (link not verified, free to read online)
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Sadly, Gravitas

Very Little Gravitas Indeed

Stark ink letters

in iron-ruled fetters

(don’t mock your betters!)

 on to disciplined gird…you sinner against the word!

Here:  a really humble rhyme

only because i stumble all the time:

i’m not too word-sprightly

i present to you: Lightly

Seared on the Reality Grill

and without illustratorly frill:

(though my Illustration of Choice

would most certainly have obscured His Master’s Voice)

You say words have to be strong

stand on their own feet in the literary throng

but, my words come out all wrong

see: they were not trained as puppies

they swim and multiply like guppies…

should you stare at them all stern

they’d pee themselves and still not learn

(or pretend to having fun:

another pun, another pun!)

Now, if they were a cat

they would not care a rat’s

ass: such sass, such sass! they’d hiss and scratch

and care not if they match (or dupli-cat)

When words first evolved,

escaped from the cave’s ochre wall

they found their feet, their souls

in consciousness’s call

(no, they didn’t really fall)

Some will forever be a horseshoe crab

that, like nautiluses, also old

need their armour drab

they so struggle to be bold

(they’re Mostly Harmless

and really fairly gormless)

Some squish easily, like velvet worms

(another of the Unsung Heroes)

red-lined wobbles and squirms

a sad, sad fact

they suck at the Balancing Act

and end up as big fat zeroes

But… without the pictures and puns,

without: Now You’re Just Being Silly,

without the watercolours and ink runs,

i’m left with dilly-nilly

I’m not that skilled;

my words keep getting killed!

they have to Lean In against each other

my picture: a sister, a brother

Hat tip to Scottish science fiction writer Iain M. Banks, whose books I enjoy. His words and worlds stand strong. In line with today’s prompt I purloined some of the Culture-space-ship-like names off the dedicated twitter account. The Horseshoe Crab would be a good name for a spaceship. Did you spot which ones were coined by the author himself?