Thanks everyone! It was great fun. Keep on keeping on!
Art
I'm the author of 17 novels including The Hunchback Assignments series, DUST, TRIBES, and...well a whole bunch o' other stuff (including the upcoming graphic novel Modo: Ember's End). I'll answer your questions about writing, steampunk, heavy metal and anything else... [Proof] (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Arthur-Slade/114243480425)
All help needed I'm an idiot
I am 18F, I have a Roth IRA with 4K in it and I plan to max it out next year and have 10K in it. I have about 16% in bonds and 16% in international index funds. The rest is in domestic(US) market index funds and a little in a tech mutual fund. I hear some people recommending diversifying into bonds and international and some who recommend just putting it into index funds since you are so young. I assume both have validity but should I maybe move some of my bonds/international into domestic market index funds.
Edit: Thank y’all so much for all your advice. I’m still reading over it all, but I’ve learned a lot and will take it into account when adjusting my allocation.
A Season in Hell on Soundcloud
Reading translated poetry is a challenge, because the cadence and rhyme is rarely close to what the original language presents - but this more free verse by Rimbaud works nicely in this translation. The better of the three I own.
A Season in Hell
Arthur Rimbaud
(translated by Bertrand Mathieu)
A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing.
One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up.
I armed myself against justice.
I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure's been turned over to you!
I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.
I called for executioners so that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called for plagues to choke me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played tricks on insanity.
And Spring brought me the frightening laugh of the idiot.
So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the final squawk! it dawned on me to look again for the key to that ancient party where I might find my appetite once more.
Charity is that key.—This inspiration proves I was dreaming!
"You'll always be a hyena etc. . . ," yells the devil, who'd crowned me with such pretty poppies. "Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!"
Ah! I've been through too much:-But, sweet Satan, I beg of you, a less blazing eye! and while waiting for the new little cowardly gestures yet to come, since you like an absence of descriptive or didactic skills in a writer, let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned.
I’m sure most folks ‘round these here parts would agree, Mr. Morgan was a damned fine fella ‘n’ surely deserving of a DLC entry for being the best boah in vidyagames.
Seriously though, it would be sick!
Edit: Mistake in the title but f*ck it.
