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SuperNova Afterglow Spews Embers of Time

by Brian K Compton Sprung

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1300042

All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views

859 (including private) entries:
189 entries with the word “love”
0 entries with the word “hate”
Rando search on a whim, 4.12.25

Two blogs: 1313 entries, 278 entries with ‘love’, 0 ‘hate’.
This was not by design, but dislike for a word I prefer not utter. I’ve had more than enough. Frankly, should be twice as as much love. What’s holding me back?
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Obshchak

Some torn to the ground ▼

Some burn to the ground
Others removed brick by brick
Redesign for the times
When the lease comes up
Or just fold up

When you have a bad day and need a reason...

Formerly: New Zenith To Hell…(all started with arc as writer here from the trials of Rising Stars to Preferred Author to WDC Quills Best Poetry Collection...

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it…he does not become a monster.” - Some guy, I guess. Look it up?
I’ve been to the abyss and back. Not so bad.

The loneliest happy person you'd ever meet, when not the saddest person who needs to be alone.

In an ever-changing world, we need to handle topics at the ready. If you roll over and give in to the narrative without lending a voice, might as well hand over your civil liberties. Voices could connect to true conscience and spirit for honest and open discourse. Why feel so redacted?

Unify on issues or don't but put drama aside. Open minds require complete objectivity. Or, agree to disagree and have a beer. Just writing what I feel without the narrative-altering mind f---ing with my head.

[MY Chorus]
In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there, like a stone
I'll wait for you there, alone
- Chris Cornell, RIP

"Some other stuff"
I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.

I am legally blind with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma. I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries, still subject to further vision loss. Cataracts complicating matters. Writing Can get strenuous but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression and recently diagnosed ADHD and undefinable social disorders and/or PTSD. Ammunition, or blanks?

My recent poetry:

BOOK

The Absence of Wavelength and Sight

(18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Sprung

Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...

"Blah, blah, blah"
Making sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit? Flailing about in my own mediocrity, hoping to bust out.

I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like to see other writers, too. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.

Reinventing myself. I couldn't continue on the path I was on and needed a fresh start. This time around I want to put the focus on writing and the world outside of this community as it affects my life.

I realize now that I have been baring my chest a bit more, as when young. fake me much more boring and unliberated than the real me.

A world arriving as silent as that blossom in your garden that I told you about...

Merit Badge in Rare
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I like your work!

Thank you WakeUpAndLive

for honoring me with your kind words!

Read here some old blog entries...

2018 Highlights ▼

Brian K Compton Sprung

A signature image for use by anyone nominated for a Quill in 2018

Short answer, mostly relatable.

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Brian K Compton Sprung

about 8 hours ago
In response to "Pic Prompt (These Two Hands Given)"

http://www.theblogazine.com/2013/02/gianni-berengo-gardin-at-casa-dei-tre-oci-in...

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Brian K Compton Sprung

Mar 18, 2025 at 1:47am
In response to "My Restroom Attendant and Rooster"

Kåre เลียม Enga

Stop on by. I’ll give you one of ours.

This is Onyx. No one can have him.

He’s the guy that plays tag. He goes and hides where he thinks we can’t see him and calls out for someone to chase him.

He’s barely a cat.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Mar 16, 2025 at 4:43pm
In response to "My Restroom Attendant and Rooster"

I wish I had a cat. I'm alone too much when I'm in Montana. I love saying hello to cats and dogs.

This comment is attached to a private entry, so it is not available.

Brian K Compton Sprung

Oct 3, 2024 at 11:35pm
In response to "End Of A Poetry Era"

Elle

I love the language and introduction that lead to the reveal that reflects on it. It makes a statement familiar to how I feel when among all these new identities through appearance making statements that beg a punchline or observational humor. It reminds our black and white stereotypical generalizations of types of people we can slot and story award in our full up brains are teaching us to recalibrate, take an interest to these calling cards to possibly interesting personalities. Pro-flavor, but also subtle notes on what’s vintage and classic, tried and true.

Thanks for sharing! Keep this hot streak on a roll. There’s a whole evolutionary society to observe and interact with, to correlate with other’s befuddlement to ‘it’s about time’

Sleepy time! Squeezed this in before bed.

1 Like

April 15, 2025 at 3:59pm

#1087322

Pic Prompt (These Two Hands Given)

The first photojournalist on the scene, Gianni Bertoldi had seen his share of mafia bloodshed. But, after mindlessly aiming his camera at the pair of hands lying on the wooden rail, it was through a metal lens he’d discovered how low they’d go.

Her nails lacked the color of polish. He let the strapped camera lay, then swing at his side, leaning in. Gentle, smooth skin, pampered, she couldn’t have been 30 or known menial work. Her nail beds were 10 pale moons. Fresh and as smooth as any prized catch from the waters below, the regal hands almost glowed. Gianni reached for lighter and pack, puzzling, before the cigarillo was lip-clamped and mindlessly lit.

This was not the ordinary example of a mafia message.

The diminutive photographer knew of their self-centeredness, sense of grandiosity, of henchmen like his Capotelli and Bartolini cousins. Incapable of feeling remorse, they muscled in on his father’s fledgling business, before not a lira to his name. He just disappeared, leaving Mama and his four older siblings that could ‘take care of themselves’, she said.

Gianni seethed at their lack of empathy or compassion towards Papa, when his mother pleaded they help. But now, for a mob hit to provide a cleanly severed pair of hands on the waterside rail, police were more than riddled. Foremost, learn if any woman in the Venice area was reported missing — no easy task.

Finally capturing images for his giornale, the Il Gazzettino, Gianni knew Corriere della Sera editors would make national news with his fotographia. Another pay day for an award winning fotogiornalista. The emotional coldness and parasitic behavior of the mob broiled under his skin again. ‘Too far’, he thought, more than violating law and undermining Venice society.

Long overdue was a visit to the mobsters he knew. He’d just need to collect the freelance il grano first. And, he would need a body guard.

Angel Army Reviewer of the month: December, 2023. Ribbon..is..around here…somewhere.

He who is and isn’t, & yet…my inner Bond. Brian, to be precise. Not shaken or stirred.

T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

Brian K. Compton is a former media journalist, photographer, news editor and manager, and freelance writer for multiple news outlets, with two national pieces and one state headline story, along with three Michigan news reporting awards to his credit.

Who writes this BS?

. Oh, that would be me. *sober* *nope*

I see my value now. Community S1E1 reference.

Unrealized.

18 years writing = 0 novels produced (yet more than enough words to match the length of 10? 20??

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