This remains one of the worst charts I've ever seen. It just gets worse and worse the longer you look at it.

#time #timezone #Antarctica #dread

5 Cups of Coffee: Poetry by Richard LeDue

Music Only We Can Hear

When AI replaces us all,
coffee brewing will still be
its own music only we can hear,
and the leaves will still change color
in autumn, winters won’t stop,
while spring and summer continue
to dance like two happy lovers,
who we complain about out of necessity
to make our own grey hairs
seem wiser than they actually are.

~~

Just Another Day

Drinking a second coffee
at 9:13 AM, hoping
Bach can help me escape
these thoughts:

the way clouds
look like a nightmare zoo
we create because it helps
us forget our own cages,

or how the ground seems
so damn flat
that it doesn’t need a lock
to keep us trapped.

~~

The Bach

I can’t turn the Bach off yet,
having not drunk enough coffee
to soothe the same senses
that the music tickles
like a spider crawling on my arm
and dreaming of fly-sized feasts,
while silence tears through all the webs
crafted by the living and the dead.

~~

A Coffee-Stained Counterpoint

I want to believe in the melody
of a dead composer’s harpsichord
(except most modern versions
use a piano because of its depth
of sound that’s musical and emotional)
proves we’re more alive than AI,
yet the math inside of Bach
probably means more to a machine
than my empty coffee mug
that failed to make its own sonata,
leaving me with only my caffeinated bliss
(4 cups in) to counter the common sense
about food groups and the importance
of a balanced breakfast
we were taught in middle school
and too easily supported
by Google Gemini.

~~

The Most Harmonious I Can Get

Listening to Glenn Gould
play a keyboard concerto
while the steam from my coffee
dances, and the sunlight even seems
to tap its foot, until I burn
my tongue once again
and realize the music
doesn’t need me to exist,
but it becomes less without a person
quenching a thirst
that could belong to the soul
or something beyond us all.

Copyright © 2026 Richard LeDue
All Rights Reserved

Ich hatte gestern einen ziemlich miesen Tag.

Was es dann etwas gerettet hat, waren zwei Spielende, die mal wieder gemeinsam vor einigen Zuhörenden von meiner #Dread-Halloweenrunde geschwärmt haben...
Das geht runter wie Öl ☺️ vor allem ein Dreivierteljahr später .

Ich schätze ich werde sie dieses Jahr mehrmals anbieten müssen 🤔

#pnpde #ttrpg

When I imagine tomorrow morning now, I don’t feel #dread or #resistance. I feel curiosity. I feel willingness. I feel the quiet excitement of someone who knows they are no longer bracing for impact. The ritual isn’t a performance — it’s a #relationship.

https://survivorliteracy.com/2026/05/30/glass-ceiling-records-bts-self-as-field-site-6/