In smart work there is less joy than in a game of tag and time is running out for children and adults alike into the hustle and bustle of memories.
Who caught whom? No one asks about the tag But everyone writes a report On the questions they asked And answers they received Only relevant to self It seems
But to receive an answer Is to make a promise of gratitude.
No one knows Few understand
Has the person who asked got lost earlier? Or did they ask in time? To be grateful? Or to be done? Choose.
– Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini
Additional good read for this week:
This article has caught my attention this week. Very interesting read. This is the Key to Achieving ‘Time Affluence’ (click to read).
Poem and photography by Alicja Pyszka-Franceschini, 2025. Copying without an explicit and written permission from the author is not allowed.
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W mądrej pracy jest mniej radości niż w grze w berka, a dzieciom i dorosłym czas ucieka tak samo w zgiełk wspomnień.
Kto kogo złapał? Nikt nie pyta, Ale każdy pisze raport Z pytań, które zadał I odpowiedzi, które otrzymał. Dotyczących tylko siebie Wydawać by się mogło. Ale otrzymać odpowiedź To złożyć obietnicę wdzięczności.
Nikt nie wie. Niewielu rozumie.
Czy osoba, która zapytała, zgubiła się wcześniej? Czy zapytała w porę?
Być wdzięcznym? Czy po prostu mieć wszystko zrobione? Wybierz.
Wiersz Alicji Pyszki-Franceschini, 2025.
Ten artykuł przykuł moją uwagę w tym tygodniu. Bardzo interesujący!
Artykuł w magazynie Forbes zatytułowany “To jest klucz do osiągnięcia ‘Bogactwa Czasu'” (kliknij w link tutaj)
Do następnego razu. x
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The Society of Authors has recently justly expressed in ‘The Author The Journal of the Society of Authors’ its strong disapproval regarding authors’ work being sent to to A.I. generators to create texts for education. This is apparently frequently done without authors’ permissions or consultations. Similar doubts, I suspect, appear among online writers and bloggers who simply worry that their writing style, crafted for years, would be hacked into and reproduced in multiple ways depriving the original author of their well-earned and unique voice. These worries are of course not alien to me and I do often question online publishing knowing at the same time that a lack of online presence reduces greatly my own verbal productivity and outreach to minds that also like to create with words (or images). That said, on examining my own writing styles, I can simply say that I am also made out all that I read over the years and my own inner A.I. brain is defiantly activated when I read or hear good writing. Tuning into styles is very common for language learners and decoders and I think it is our common pleasure, just as artists like to create a bit in the style of someone.
A long time ago I attended a photography talk at a camera club given by Paul Mitchell on woodland photography. I do remember being very much inspired by his work. To copy Paul Mitchell is impossible but to embrace his appreciation of the subject does not require much, especially if you happen to grow up next to a forest but were somehow dissuaded from heading that direction and then felt cheated when the adults went there themselves just before Christmas to find evergreens to decorate. ‘So is the forest safe or unsafe to visit?’
I know what answer The Woodland Trust would give, especially when it comes to visiting their trees, ferns and fungi..
I have been writing for a while now some poetry and fiction that features little bits or significant elements of the woodland and I am overcoming my fear of being eaten by the A.I. monster. I hope you will find it enjoyable and I hope you will visit your nearest woodland soon before all the leaves are hijacked by the wind and pathways turn to mud.
Apparently, it’s going to be misty tomorrow… time to get the cameras ready.
Postcards Without Stamps 