Yeah! So, the games can transition between each other pretty seamlessly. You can mix and match rules to your liking. The best way to describe it would be like imagining the barrier of entry from Pathfinder to D&D5E, but taken to a higher extreme.

In Captain’s Log, there’s no equipment. No skills. The closest you get to anything like that is your character stats, which modify rolls accordingly. Your ship also has stats that can modify rolls. As for any conflict, the game uses a simple hit/fail system. Three strikes, you’re out type of thing. Ships are slightly more in depth, with their hit points being relates to their size, and systems getting damaged.

This is very episodic. I could be running a game for months, have a random friend swing by and hop in for a while without missing a beat, and then go home without it mucking anything up. Each mission is divided into scenes, just like an episode of the TV shows.

It’s much more focused on the drama of character development, building and challenging your values, and growing as a person.

Appreciate the heads up. I just bought it as an early birthday present for myself! The PDF comes immediately upon purchase. The book will be on its way shortly.

Reading through it now. It feels very promising.

The only two things formatting makdown consistently, for now, are Jerboa and the web interfaces.

I’ve been posting a lot of poetry using some markdown witchery to format, only to realize that some interfaces show all of the markdown even inside the post itself. Jerboa will show it in the summary tile before you click in, but it does format.

Oh wow. That is wonderful! I’ll have to read it several more times in the morning. Thank you for sharing!

I’m not familiar with Dickman. At least, I don’t recognize the name. I’ll have to look him up!

I posted a poet spotlight about Marianne Moore, a contemporary of HD’s, not too long ago. Also, HD was one of the first poets I posted here: https://lemmy.world/post/58034

I wouldn’t say that work in particular is representative of her whole style, but she was very eclectic in her subject matter. If you dig into it, you’ll find work of hers that speaks to you!

I think this is pretty good as a concept. I love modernist takes on classic poetry, but, that said, there could be some improvement here.

Part of what is appealing about “adjusting” classic poetry is shoehorning in a new meaning between the lines of the old. I notice some … let’s call them “distractions” … away from the iambic pentameter of the classic work. I fully realize that it may be on purpose, but given the work you’re referencing, it does more of a disservice than a service. It starts with your second stanza and, while it isn’t every line, really makes itself known from there forwards.

While overall enjoyable, I think focusing more on fitting the form of what you’re satirizing would make the whole thing more effective as a whole.

What an interesting question! I think it depends a lot on how we define “favorite,” so I’m going to be roundabout.

My formative poets:

• W. B. Yeats
• Edgar Allan Poe
• T. S. Eliot
• Robert Frost

My favorite reads:

• e.e. Cummings
• T. S. Eliot
• Charles Bukowski
• Longfellow

I won’t endeavor to create a comprehensive list for those that I enjoy—it would be inexhaustible—but if anyone is interested, I can provide recommendations. Lol.

Thanks for the question! It’s interesting to think about.

Yes! It is certainly very visual, which draws me to it as well. However, I am especially connected to the idea that nature—in this case literal, but also in a more figurative sense—can correlate with our own moods, uplifting or berating us on a whim.

That might be a solid solution. I think I was a bit intimidated by the (relative) complexity of DosBox compared to vDos, but it seems like a reasonable way to go about it. Thanks for the link! That makes it much easier.

Wow. Hearing this in the Scottish dialect is an entirely different experience. I am grateful to you for sharing it!

I’m posting the text from both versions in the YouTube description here, just for accessibilities sake. The first version is the Scottish and the following is the English version.

" To a Mouse",
On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.

by Robert Burns

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
      Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
      Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
      Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
      An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
      ’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
      An’ never miss ’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
      O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
      Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
      Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
      Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
      But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
      An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
      Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
      For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
      On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
      I guess an’ fear!

“To a Mouse”,
on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785

Little, cunning, cowering, timorous beast,
Oh, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With bickering prattle!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering paddle!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor, earth-born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, that you may steal;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse green foliage!
And bleak December’s winds ensuing,
Both bitter and piercing!

You saw the fields laid bare and empty,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! The cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.

That small heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

One of the great joys of poetry, to me, has always been sharing it. As a result, I love talking about it—about poems I love and (claim to) understand, and about those of which are shared with me.

I really enjoy the cadence of this piece, and the choice of language is informal yet strong enough to carry the weight of the ideas its conveying. I’ve never read it before now. What is it that you find most enjoyable?

Is it just me, or is 31 inches over two decades an incredibly frightening number?

I have two. The first, Ultimate Spider-Man, was a huge part of my childhood, both through the video game and the comic run. The second (though I know this is a bit controversial) is Nick Spencer’s run. For whatever reason, I really enjoy his interpretation of the character. I won’t say that it doesn’t have flaws, but all-in-all the essence feels right to me, and that is not an easy thing to achieve

Yeah, I stick mainly to poetry. I haven’t truly published anything, but I am an avid user of Poetizer. I usually share my work there, but it’s more of a way to cloud-store my poems with a convenient sharing link than it is an actual platform.

I like your approach to writing. I’d say that having those two separate outlooks on your content come together to form a more unique whole. Do you ever have any issues combining them? I can, for example, imagine writing lines that are particularly striking but wouldn’t flow within the sound of a piece I was currently working on.

I’ll have to share some of my stuff here, eventually! I’m anxious to see what people think! But in the mean time, I really want to focus on helping this little community grow and thrive!

I’m still such a sucker for deliberately metered verse! I enjoy modern prose poetry for its incredible ability to create vivid visuals and spark the imagination, but when I write I tend to stick to more structured formats. I’m a syllable counter, a rhymer, and a meter-er for much of my personal work. Lol. Call me old-fashioned!

To be perfectly honest, Lemmy has had staggering growth regardless of the lack of media attention. And I’m not entirely certain that’s a bad thing.

Look at my home instance of lemmy.world, for example. When I joined pre-blackout, we had around 800 members. Now, two server upgrades later, we’re at nearly 18,000. If only a fraction of those newcomers stay, it’s still enough to jumpstart organic growth, even if it’s slow. And it gives us time to really develop.

Maybe that’s a glass-half-full outlook, but I’m optimistic.

Just hopping into the chain to say that I appreciate you and all of your hard work! This place—Lemmy in general, but specifically this instance—has been so welcoming and uplifting. Thank you!

Lol. Please tell me the guys already had the funny face on there!

Hilarity aside, this is a super cool get. I’m jealous! Even though I’ve always been more of an ancient military buff, there’s something incredibly infatuating about the first world War.

I really like the way this piece feels! The building tension is analogous to the pull of a bowstring, which I find incredibly appropriate! I think the conclusion feels especially powerful. Those last two lines are probably my favorite because, while familiar, they seem to say something unique in the metaphor.

As for a bit of constructive criticism, if you take this back to the writer’s table, I think you could do more with the tension. Really help the reader feel the anxiety—the pressure. If you were to build it a bit more early, the stanza about the single arrow would provide some relief, then allow you to sink back into that feeling of apprehension again, before finally turning to reach the conclusion at the end.

All in all, this is enjoyable! Don’t take my words harshly, or as law! Thank you for sharing!