Posts made in July, 2015

Blog #31: Been There, Done That

Blog #31: Been There, Done That

—but I already have enough t-shirts… Last night I dreamt I was reincarnated. So I was a little, tiny, newborn baby — except I remembered being me, Mishka Zakharin (or whomever), adult human (or elderly-teenaged whateverthehell)… whatever hocus-pocus that happens in the In-Between failed to happen for me, and I completely remembered my former (current, wakefully) life… But my vocal chords weren’t developed enough to speak and my strength and coordination weren’t sufficient for writing — so I was helpless to express the direness of my reincarnated happenchancery! And instead all I could do — was cry… So then I wondered, what if that’s just the way it works? What if you’re reincarnated, but at first you actually do remember everything from before, and only over time do you forget and get into sync with your current state of corporeity? That would suck. And it may explain the times when a baby cries and you can’t figure why; inside they’re screaming, unable to effectively communicate their woe: ‘No, no — not again! I just got out of here, I don’t want to be back! I’ve served my time!’ Because some forget more slowly than others. Like when you hear a little kid—four or five or three — saying something that seems far too adult for someone so young to say; perhaps they’re remembering from before… they don’t really remember why they know, but they know. I seem to recall, as a child, thinking I was dreaming my youth and I would wake up an adult; mayhap such was some spiritual remembrance of some earlier lifetime…? Or mayhap it merely reflects I have ever been abstrusely unrealistic regarding corporeal existence…     Here’s a thing from my short story ‘The Obstreperous Woman’:               Rigamortis Honduras Buffalo Shinybottom — but everyone just called her “Skinky Booby Angina Phlegm” for short… and/or (sometimes) “Maud” — was absolutely torn. On the one hand, Venera Sasanian, or “Venza-14 (and counting!)”, was nice enough… but that Garish Mandibles really smelled good — like overripe fruit on a hot, sultry, summer’s day… sans the tiny flies (mostly).             Still, Maud couldn’t help but berate herself for her fickleness. She knew it wasn’t her fault — it couldn’t be! (Nothing ever was.) Maud had never known her real father — what, with her mother having been an obsequious crack-whore and all. As she was growing up,...

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Blog #30: Mishka’s Expurgated Florilegium

Blog #30: Mishka’s Expurgated Florilegium

  MISHKA’S EXPURGATED FLORILEGIUM (and then some…) The new and improved 2nd edition of one of Mishka’s previous poetry anthologies! Mishka’s Expurgated Florilegium (and then some…) is a poetic collection of life vignettes, carved and moulded from the spectrum of the human condition — from sweet and sexy, to absurd and trivial, from dark and philosophical, to humorous and hopeful… soaring unto the lofty heights of supernal being, delving into the degradation of lowly existence, Zakharin’s unique view and lyrical expression of the world will enlighten, amuse, arouse, sicken, and entertain… Available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Mishkas-Expurgated-Florilegium-then-some/dp/1514818914/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1437327384&sr=1-1&keywords=mishka%27s+expurgated+florilegium   …and if that’s not enough: POSSESSED BY THE DAEMON MISHKA The new and improved—cover… but the innards are the same. (Still very nice… you should give it a shot.) Which is also available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Possessed-Daemon-Mishka-Zakharin/dp/1591093430/ref=sr_1_18?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1437327634&sr=1-18&refinements=p_27%3AMishka+Zakharin   …but you say you still must have more?! Alright, well, then… COMING SOON!: NATALYA’S TALE, Mishka’s debut novel! (Yes, yes, eventually, I just keep talking and—just shut up, there were issues, I’m dealing with it, it’ll be worth the wait…) And THE MISHKAN BOOK OF THE DEAD, 2nd Edition!   That’s it for now. Get reading! I’ll go write some more… Many fine things~ Mishkovar Zakharini   # # # #   —Mishka Zakharin ©2015...

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Blog #29: So What Else is New?

Blog #29: So What Else is New?

…these rambling, off the cuff blogs are really rather like jotting in my journal—except, of course, with the intention of unleashing it on the world…   One writes differently—   No, no—wait… nevermind. I shouldn’t put my own experience off on others; that was poorly phrased… every writer is different (except a few that are the same, but perhaps best not to even acknowledge that… it’s just cruel to lead them on… I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about… is this thing one? IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?!? …‘~Oh, when that shark bites—oh, with his teeth, dear~~’ Just nevermind. [Bobby Darin, ‘Mack the Knife’. Thank you—thank you very much!])   What I meant to say was, I write differently when I’m writing for myself than I do when I’m writing for public exhibition. For example, when I’m writing for me, anything goes—so if you’ve ever read a story I’ve written, and in the midst of it something truly innocuous and absurd occurs and you just can’t imagine what the hell I’m doing or where that something came from… chances are it popped into my head, I splattered it onto the page, and then later was just too amused to remove it. That, and when I’m writing for publication, I don’t have pants on.   So what else is new?…   I’m floundering—O fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy, fooooo………   (Just skip that last bit…)   I’m floundering—haven’t written anything (anything REAL, really, anything) since May. Oh, I’ve worked on stuff… got that reboot of the ‘Florilegium’ brewing—waiting on a proof copy to see what flavor of pudding I’ve got on the boil. (What the f—?!) And yesterday I worked on a new cover design for my collection of journalish ramblings ‘Possessed by the Daemon Mishka’.   That’s kinda neat—about CreateSpace, I mean… You see, I had some books I published years ago through Booksurge—but then they were bought out by Amazon and became CreateSpace. So although ‘Mishka’s Expurgated Florilegium (and then some…)’ is sort of the first CreateSpace book I’m doing, I already have a bunch of books available through them. (But that’s not the kinda neat part…) I was able to reduce the price of all my CreateSpace books—and I can re-do all my covers! (The Booksurge covers are pretty primitive, having been created when digital publishing was really just getting going—so options were limited.) I also...

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Blog #28: Son of Man

Blog #28: Son of Man

  …okay, well, I guess I don’t know exactly what that means. It’s, like, a Jesus thing, right?…     Interesting. (I looked it up; thank you Wikipedia!) I suppose it’s apropos enough—though I do not mean it in the religious way. (Arguably, neither did Jesus, but let’s not get into theological semantics just now…) I am currently the ‘son of man’ in that my life force currently resides in human corporeity. One might, should they must, instead call this blog ‘hirsute sociopath’ and ‘twould be as apt. (Or—er… just skip that last bit!)   I just spent a couple of hours doing some on-line genealogical research. A few years ago I compiled a book with my research to that point, and I haven’t done much since—but occasionally I delve back in to see if anything new has appeared… So, obviously, I do find family history interesting. Although it really means very little. (Unless you’re a Mormon; then, I guess, it’s pretty important.) A list of the dead and dying. When I did my book it bothered me that there was a lot of interest in it, and I sold quite a few copies—of a list of dead, potential ancestors?! Whereas my books of poetry and prose, my creative writing inspired from heart and soul and imagination—   Well. Enough about that. To each their own, mesupposes…   Butanyhoo.   So I was doing some research this morning, and I hit upon a minor mystery for which a clear solution was not evident. My great-great grandfather Kristof had two wives—though not in a polygamous kind of a way—which I already knew, but I did not know when his first wife, Anna, died. Today I discovered it was in 1852. They were married in 1849, so I thought, mayhap, she died in childbirth? But I don’t know. I dug a bit deeper and discovered a child attributed to her—but with her maiden name, not as a Zakharin, and born in 1843. Without further evidence of anything about anything, I have to assume (given the times) she died of consumption or syphilis or the plague—but such is both sheer conjecture and neither here nor there. Incidentally, the child (Ivan) also died in 1843.   The minor mystery then (though I’m sure it would not be deemed minor to the participants 170 years ago—nor, on the other hand, was it probably a...

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