Some of you guys know I am a carpenter. However mainly framing and renovations and finishing. I bought my first house within the year ( our dream on a acreage), and I promised my wife a new kitchen table. So I took on the project of cutting down some trees on the property and make my first log piece. It was a enjoyable experience and learnt some do's and don't's for next time. This is the final phase of it constructed. I am still waiting on it drying more completely as it was green wood for most of it. Its still looks great and super strong and it's not even finished yet. Final final phase will be some sanding and filling small cracks and a oil finish of some sort. I have not decided on what oil finish I am going with yet. I am however excited to see it actually completed. It took me about a week start to finish with my time after work which isn't that bad in my mind. All with hand tools. Pulling the bark a large draw knife. Milling the logs with a chainsaw (okay not REALLY a hand tool), a hand plainer, a drill and saw. Each leg (Aspen wood) has its own unique feature of "cat face" (the black design on the leg), which I pointed all outwards. The border is was a Spruce, and the core is Cherry. I cut the Spruce into 4 quarter logs, so its is still rounded on the bottom.
excuse the sightly spotty pictures... Lighting wasn't that good and my phone did what it could
Awesome job Cpl., looks cool
I write poetry and short comedic stories.
it must be said i want to see you
smoking a cigarette and talking about nothing
about what you did and who you saw
and sometimes smiling and sometimes
but looking lovely like
flowers on a sill
it should be said i want you always
on grey winters when my
face is stained by wind or rain
and the sky is black with smoke
from dirty factories and distant
shapes of men in overalls
lead like ants over the horizon
and i am missing you
and i think of you a lot
in stark hours marked by the
ticking tock of ancient clocks
and the world seems so heavy in
but distance will not be
the death of us
and it must be said
i have been missing you all my life
and i wait for you still.
But what is life
and what does it mean?
And can we please watch a show
we haven't yet seen?
Capitan Novello, best orator of London
found himself undone by unseemly articles
in the evening post
Capitan Novello, friend and mentor once
in those old, unspoken ways
driven half-mad by the Boche on the Somme
Capitan Novello, undone
spoke thus to me:
After the attack
I saw the green grass turn yellow
Sprout wild flowers red green blue
Out of shell-holes
Out of bleached bones
These moments lost
I hadn’t seen him since Catalonia
I was in Paris then.
out of step with the decade
tired of Parisian patter
and Chateau Neuf de Turpentine
men “in the Dorian Mood”
lay supine reading Voltaire
what a shame then, that they
had nothing between the ears.
how I missed him then
with graying hair
and trembling hands at tea set
how my youth vanished
not in flame or smoke
not by rifle nor sabre
not by Franco
nor in film
but the youth squandered
ever un misanthrope sans espoir
as the old men in factory-side pubs sing:
With each passing day,
Youth slips away
Like memories, like rain.
To further continue my previous post, I've actually put together a collection of 10 poems that I'm aiming to get published. Sent some to some small-scale competitions and magazine publications, and in my free time, I sometimes perform them at open-mic nights at pubs and whatnot. You can read it here:
It forms a semi-autobiographical tale of a failed writer, growing old and dying, looking back at the failed opportunities and painful moments of his life, supposed to be in equal parts humourous and melancholy. Lot of First World War inspiration, as well as the post-20's Modernists and latter social-realist movement of the 50's.
Whoa, excellent work!
One question - When/If published, what will this entail? Possibly added to a global book? I assume then royalties? I guess that is three questions.. Derp.
Anyways again, great work. Good luck on getting it published!
Another passion of mine
-Getting stuck in deep snow in the mountains
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