Hello, hello!

I’m hannotek, a poet and essay writer, and I am super pumped to have found the_stacker_muse territory.

I am relatively new to Bitcoin. I started researching it in late 2024, and the past year has been a wonderfully chaotic whirlwind. I’ve still got a lot to learn, and I’m slowly moving towards full adoption.

I am also enthralled with nostr. I feel like I missed the boat on all the other centralized platforms like X, WordPress, and Instagram. I never really paid any attention to social media until about eight years ago, and I felt like I was posting into the void. But nostr, this feels like a new start for me, and I’m quickly moving my writing here.

I am a retired soldier turned poet. I started poetry after my first deployment because it helped me better understand my experiences. I found great peace while writing, so it has become my profession. I have one completed manuscript of poems that I’m currently submitting to presses for publication; and I’m nearly done with another manuscript. I’m also looking for the nostr equivalent of KDP so I can publish ebooks on nostr, but I don’t think that has been invented yet.

Over the next month or two, I will publish here the poems I’ve already published on my WordPress website, a migration of sorts. After that, I plan to start making videos and live streams of poetry readings, along with discussions about poetry in general. I don’t have a radio personality, but I do like to talk, so that may be fun. I also write essays, usually investigative work that summarizes declassified government documents. It’s slow and tedious work, but it’s gratifying. On that note, is there anything on nostr that can convert TIFF images of archival documents into searchable and editable ones?

In any case, I wanted to introduce myself to this group of writers and say that I look forward to reading your works.

These are my thoughts from this morning, as I sat on the frozen back deck and watched the sun rise:

some people are like grass in the winter. they no longer reach for the sun, they no longer grow, no longer strive to be more than they are.

they go through the motions of just being a lawn, isolated and frozen even when children giggle and play on their icy cacoons. they go unnoticed, forgotten until the world tilts just a little closer to life.

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