Finding Inspiration

So… I hate spam and spammers are like, the carbuncle on the arse of the Internet, IMHO.

However, after seeing this statistic, I’m feeling like maybe I could use some of the spammers’ persistence and dedication.

Spammers: Get a real job.

Spammers: Get a real job.

The thought of how many stories and poems I could produce, if only I had the single-mindedness of a spammer is inspiration wrapped up in a cod liver oil capsule.

30, 003 spam comments. That equates to 10, 001 for each year that I’ve been on WordPress and 100 times the number of legit comments I’ve accumulated. These numbers reflect what Akismet has caught. Being OCD, I regularly delete many misspelled missives every day. I never do so without marvelling at the creative content – the length, the characters, the subjects! Atrocious spelling, bizarre sentence structure and assumptions about my sexuality, prowess and preferences notwithstanding…


Congrats Akismet, you save this gal from having to come up with supercilious, condescending and scatological responses to all these “comments” Keep up the good work – seriously – and perhaps consider a feature for we do-it-yourself comment killers…?

I’d love if each time I deleted a spam post, the originator got the equivalent voltage of a cattle prod up their nose!!

~ kei
3 June 2015



There are some absolutely brilliant concepts presented here. The post is via HastyWords and written by Anthony Amore of The Plagued Parent.
My own struggles with the Internet are very similar and this struck a deep chord. It is not only children who abuse their perceived impunity on bandwidth.


Society as a whole has a lot to learn about internet privacy and etiquette. Adults are constantly having to educate themselves in order to teach kids how to be safe and smart. We never really think we need to worry about what they are saying about us.

I was afraid to share this story since it is highly personal. I have been assured -and you can see for yourself by visiting their blog- that this is already a very public case.

How we behave online has long-living and far-reaching consequences.  Once it is typed and posted it is like Frankenstein, alive and uncontrollable.  Thank you Anthony and Christina for telling this story and for reminding us to take social media seriously with our kids.  Please check out their blog at The Plagued Parent.

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So, I discovered that my email service at work has a “recall” feature.

Yup. That’s right. If you accidentally hit the “send” button on that scathing ream-out email that you’ve composed to your boss, you can recall it. This nifty feature even tells you if it’s been read or not. You can get a head start on packing your desk if it has!

I had a dark snicker at the thought that the Arse-issist probably would have loved to have this feature on HIS email service.

If I had a dollar for every time he sent an email that was a forward, an unchanged subject line or copy paste from one of his female Apaths… He was fond of sending photos of himself or us from Video hangouts. “Remember this Baby?” Like I’d forget… Unfortunately, sometimes he’d attach the wrong photo! Big time wrong… No that’s not my bits Baby.
You never know who’s gonna be sending out your stupid, naked arse to the world.

Ain’t no recall button fo dat!

~ kei
30 August 2014

Death Of A Muse

When she finally retired, it wasn’t to a lot of fanfare or acclaim. As a matter of fact, I think its fair to say, not many of her fans really noticed. She’d been absent from the scene for so long. Although she never said anything to me about it directly, I knew. In spite of the long distance nature of our relationship right at that time, we were close and yes, I knew.
So did the stalker that killed her career and very nearly ruined her at the same time.
We knew that it went with the territory. People, artists in the public eye get this stuff all the time. I guess she was more accustomed to it, having been in the biz since she was in her teens but for me…? This was all new and it was scary. Especially as the years rolled on and it became easier and easier for every crackpot who wanted to play with the band, or deranged female who thought my Love’s songs were for them; to find her, us.
We or one of the management would notice the signs and try to stop it but with the advent of the internet… The psycho avalanche was unstoppable.
We tried to stem the damage but copyrights and artistic content, it seems can’t be kept safe from those who want to thieve them. For me, that was terrible. No one will ever know who I am and I don’t really care but I contributed in my own right to what she gave to the world. We co-wrote a lot of material, I play bass on several tracks and I sang backing vocals on every album.
Do you remember “Black and Blue”? She wrote that for me. “Black is the colour of my true love’s hair, emerald eyes and mermaid stare.” We were at the lake, sitting round a dying bonfire… the music just flowed.
I stumbled over some chick’s postings where she claimed that this song and several other of J’s work had been written for her, claimed to be my love’s muse. She had pictures of my love posted, with me cropped out. I thought I would die…
What kind of psycho thinks or does shit like that?
J was furious. She talked to her manager, publisher, even got in touch with our lawyers but it was too no avail. Everywhere she turned, there was someone trying to get to her. It was affecting her, me, the kids and… her work.
Slowly, she began withdrawing. Buying back the rights where she could, I didn’t find out about that for a while. Removing and having removed; as many traces as she could of what had once been her first and perhaps best love. And all I could do was watch as the person I loved lost a vital piece of themselves. It was like watching her never-ending murder with handcuffs and a gag on… They might just as well have been killing me too.
Eventually, the contracts stopped coming and our friends and legit fans stopped asking.
When anyone from the press calls, I field the questions with, “She’s on sabbatical right now.” But I know and so does she that she’s retired.
For a while, I thought and hoped that she could continue on for the sake of everyone who so loved her and her work. I know that her words touched so many, helped so many when they thought no one else could. I keep the fan letters in a black lacquer box that I bought somewhere on our last tour.
All it took was one, one deranged female who wouldn’t stop stalking her.
I wish I could ask that piece of garbage what was in her head. Why would she ever look at a complete stranger and think it was ok to impose her psychotic fantasies on them?
I would like to tell her that she killed the best and most beautiful part of a human being who meant the world to the world, to their family and… to me.
Once in a while, she sits out on the deck, notebook on her lap, chewing her pen. I know that the words still flow, still beautiful, still entrancing but the guitar beside her remains untouched. Once she’d hidden herself from the world, she decided to remain hidden.
The words are all gone now, The Muse only lives on vinyl and parchment…

~ ket
28 February 2012

Originally published in A Grain Of Truth I by Karin Bole Tupper

WordPress: Plenty Of (Fish) Poets?

I find it hard to write opinion pieces.
There is a very deep-seated fear that someone reading will be offended, won’t agree with me, or won’t understand. Then there’s the worse alternative in this online world, they’ll leave a nasty comment or, horrors! Unfollow me.
This little bit of soapbox has been calling to be stood upon since earlier today when I read a piece by a writer whose work I admire. This person has a hard-hitting style, visceral and in-your-face. His work attracts a lot of attention and rightly so.
The particular work that struck a chord was regarding the nature of the people who like or comment on his poetry. The words stirred some old observations of writers, readers, genders and the internet. I’ve been writing on the internet for a few years now and for the most part enjoy it. Some of the pitfalls though are very real, sometimes hurtful, sometimes frightening, even illegal. Humans can be both exceptional in their behaviour and they can be absolute shitheads.
I can only speak from my experience. I am keenly aware that there are different ones. I think one of the prime things for Readers to remember is that – writers write. We write and that is all. It is often a real or current experience but not always and I think it is critical to not make assumptions about the person behind the writing.
I think it’s a fair generalization to say that most females feel words more than males. They are more inclined to respond with likes and comments when they perceive that the writer is angry, lonely, hurt. The key word being, perceive. They are also far more likely to act on their perceptions and that is where boundaries tend to become fuzzy here on the internet.
It is not okay to read someone’s work and start private messaging condolences, sexual offers, advice, not even cookies. Unless you know this person – use your common sense – we are all essentially strangers. The hardest thing I’ve done in recent years is be in a relationship with a talented and very attractive poet. He is a grown man with a lot of experience to draw from and he often writes about sadness, hurt, loneliness. So many times, this was taken as an invitation by readers / other writers when in fact; he was in a long and happy relationship. Note Ladies: sometimes spouses / partners are on the admin board of these blogs.
Many of us here want an outlet for our emotions but it isn’t a given that we have no support in our real lives. The comments are welcome and valued but in sharing them, it’s important to be respectful, to not make assumptions and to not attempt an intimacy with a stranger. Dangerous and exciting? Perhaps. Just as many times it’s stupid and predatory.
We all of us are voyeurs here to a certain extent. Voyeurs by invitation. I think it’s important to not cross that line. Just like in real life relationships, closeness comes with time and with many interactions.
I’m wondering what it is that draws so much attention and interaction to some writers and not nearly as much to others. What are your thoughts on the way that we communicate here? Is it a little hotbed of plenty-of-fishness or a meaningful platform for writing?
This (very quiet for the most part) poet would like to hear your opinions.

*Warning* Bullies on WP!

Couldn’t agree more! Thank you for sharing this and know that I support you.



I noticed this week that a lot of people get attacked by online assholes who let nasty comments on their blogs.

This makes me mad because some people are sharing very sensitive posts about their lives and actually want to stop blogging.

Do Not Stop Blogging!


You all combined have a lot of followers and I really want people to be aware of this.

They are even hacking into WP accounts and use other bloggers to leave those comments or they will hack into sites to hide behind!

So, just know that if you get a hurtful comment from me, it’s not me who left the comment. (unless if you are an online asshole, then it was definitely me!)

These people are fucking with the community and I am not ignoring this any longer!

Don’t let these idiots poison the blogosphere. Let’s make a stand together and say NO to Online Bullying!

Please, let your followers know…

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