Well HAP, it was time for you to go; not only on Slate, but in my personal life as well. This has been a seminal experience. In my creative writing (such as it is) I will now refer to myself as HP, as I currently do in my private life. HAP, you were not a bad pen name; perhaps I did a disservice to you. I bid you adieu!
Fresh starts provide new vistas and opportunities. I will try to choose and use them wisely.
If poetry is a dog that can hunt, I am the wag that is tailing that dog. I will try to keep the waggin’ pertinent and on point.
I pulled this off a website months ago while doing research on a poem I was writing. I’m sorry I can’t give it better attribution: “The three occasions that the ass saw the Angel, he explains, represented the three transitionary stages necessary to transform an animal from a living creature into the higher level of one that speaks. For the latter contains three inherent qualities: the power of growth, the power of movement and the power of speech. So each time the ass saw the Angel, it acquired one of these three qualities”.
I will try to live up to my new pen name.
