Sunday, August 13, 2017

Semi-Irregular Update!


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Weekly (or so), update from RM Ullrich, Author, Poet and Amateur Photographer

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Exciting event this week; I received a copy of 100 Voices Vol. 3 in the mail. (Linked here: https://www.centumpublishing.com/product-page/one-hundred-voices-volume-three ) Remember, I am only one of a hundred authors in this anthology – which makes it all that more unique. Short stories for almost every genre – fact or fictional you won’t be disappointed. Now, as to the copy I received – it wasn’t for me – it was for an autograph for a California friend of mine by the name of Mary Kathryn. (I refer to her as she of the two names.) It was a pleasant surprise to see my story in print, and an honor to be asked to sign a copy for MK. I can’t think of anything of the top of my head I wouldn’t do Mary Kathryn; nothing. Truth is truth.

A recent event turned into a spectacular disappointment. I went to my first Poetry Reading event. I know, right? My lovely wife accompanied me. After introductions by a very friendly gentleman whose name escapes me, he read a piece he’d written. It was very humorous; not at all what I was expecting from him.(One of the joys of poetry – there is no way to judge the content by the cover, so to speak.

At the urging of my wife, I read second. She selected the poem – a very personal one I wrote to her years ago. I am proud to say I got thought it without my eyes leaking, as I call it. The reception was amazing. Remember, I’ve never read in public prior to this event, at least never my poetry or own work. The single exception was the reading of “Sunday Conversation” at my mother’s wake.

There were 6 of us total, out of 8, who had never attended before. (I should note we started at 7:10 as the book store owner had run home to take dinner to her mother whom she cares for. Flash forward to about 7:35 when in strolls a man of elderly status; 70’s would be my guess. He is dressed like a beatnik hippie. Huge yellow lens glasses, cargo pants, a flowery semi-Hawaiian shirt and or course – the obligatory Jesus boots, (sandals to those of you too young to remember the phrase.)

Without so much as a “by your leave”, he interrupted the conversation. His opening line, and I shit you not was, “I don’t  mean to be critical, but…) and the he launched into a diatribe of if he wanted those gathered for the evening were only welcome to read what they had personally written.

“If I want to hear Yeats, I’ll go to the damn library and get it. I don’t want to hear it from you.” Bear in mind, that while speaking he never looked my way – focused entirely on the 4 women seated at the tables. Three of these ladies, most likely in their 60’s had never been to a ready. They were excited and scared and anxious to begin with, and then Captain Buzz Kill nailed them with criticism.

Being what I am, I glanced at my wife who knew I was about to engage the elderly gentleman in a bit of a debate. She smiled. I love her for that. She knows me, and still smiles, so without further ado I interrupted the septuagenarian. You will understand my approach to elitist snobs who seek to “prove” themselves intellectually at the expense of others. I began with, “Now, first, let’s be clear on one thing in particular; I DO mean to be critical and hopefully, offensive to you as well.” The look on his face was fucking priceless, almost as priceless as the look of thanks I got from one of the ladies for intervening.

Bottom line, the diatribe was about rules. The bookstore owner, (who I personally like) came in during the middle of my endeavor to psychologically castrate the arrogant asshole in from of me. To my surprise, and disappointment – she defended him. I stood and my wife with me. I turned to the ladies and thanked them for their comments on my poem. It had touched one of them deeply. That is a very humbling thing.

As we walked out the door, the elderly gent muttered with a snort of derision, “He acts like he thinks he’s better than me.” I heard him, catching the door before it shut.

“I am”, is all I said and shut the door behind me.

 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Once more into the breach...

It seems that I have come full circle. I was a prolific blogger in the late 90's and up until circa 2007. Now, as an author (published no less), it seems only logical that I begin to blog again.


What will become of it? We shall see. I know I will be sharing my poetry here, and my thoughts on life, as well as comments and support of other writers.


I hope you will find the time to read my blogs, that is of course, once I have actually blogged.


Until then,
Day one of the rest of my blogging days is upon me.
Robert Ullrich - writing as R M Ullrich


For starters I will give you the links to my two recently published works.


My collection of poetry, musings and photography - published by Xlibris in 2016
https://www.amazon.com/Life-Death-Single-Breath-Photographs-ebook/dp/B01FULED7E/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


"Radar Love", a short story in the latest Centum Publishing Anthology "100 Voices Volume 3"
https://www.centumpublishing.com/product-page/one-hundred-voices-volume-three
You can use my authors code 100V3-93 to save 10% from the publisher.
It is also available on Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Voices-Centum-Press/dp/1945737026/ref=sr_1_cc_2?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1502034281&sr=1-2-catcorr&keywords=100+voices+3


My Amazon Author's Page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MQHUP2J


My web page www.phantomscorpioproductions.com is currently down, but will be back up soon!



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