Comparatively, Nostalgically, Tragically, Comically, or Critically.
It was a place where hopeless romantics swooned... Where enraged lunatics harangued hollow modernity with all the bravado of valorous knights rescuing the damsel of beloved writing. Where the damsel fought back, donning innovative forms, impressing us with her passion and conviction. It was our home and our heartache, our refuge, our fantasy, our curiosity and bewilderment. It was our battlefield, our stage, our campfire on a cold winter's night. Showering us always with unexpected stories, hopes, people, laughs...
I fell in love there.
Well, we all did, in our own ways...
But maybe I'm just being a fuddy-duddy? Blowing all this tragedy out of proportion... Maybe it's a good thing eh? Change? Adaptation? We're meant to be capable of that, humans that is. More than the other apes at least. You know I heard tell once of an old chimp named Chump who ate bananas every day of his life, then one day there was a banana plague and he couldn't be given any more bananas, and the zookeepers offered him everything from apples to cabbages (one new student volunteer even surreptitiously apportioned him a banana flavoured marshmallow cookie while the others weren't looking.) But try as they might, there was nothing else Chump wanted to eat except for his precious bananas. He ended up starving to death.
Let's not be Chumps eh? We can make it. It might be slim-pickings out here for awhile but we'll show 'em. Start getting fat on covert marshmallows. What say you?!
(...At least this new site has spell-check. That's something I guess...)
I not only miss the old site but by necessity must return to www.old.theprose.com often as Prose beta just to function here. Here I can no longer:
1. Post a new image either profile or background on my account and am seeing new Prosers with blank profile images as they’ve encountered the same problem.
2. Edit a post once published especially to connect typos. Luckily, I can still go to www.old.theprose.com and clean up posts.
3. I have a love of indentation in poetry and even if I create it that way, once published all the lines are left justified.
4. Prose Beta has no way to log out or to disable account.
5. I have been away for some time and on returning read back through my posts and found many posts, especially those written for odd challenges, that I wanted to delete. While some deleted, other remained stubbornly.
While I understand the need to march with technology I miss the warmer look of the www.old.theprose type face and spacing. Beta seems cold and dehumanized. I miss the weekly and most the monthly challenges that might so much to try to win not for any prize money offered but because the very best here competed with their very best work. I miss the weekly challenges. I miss the real Writer of the Week interviews from years back when being asked was a great reward in itself. I miss the occasional notices, interviews, information and in general hearing from those who are Prose itself. Everything feels so much more distant and remote, as if Prose lost its human face and now is run by a forgetful AI.
It must be tough being Prose and I don’t want to seem ungrateful for this loving platform of free speech...but I miss www.old.theprose.com