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About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

Amazon Improves the Integrity of the Customer Review System

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AMAZON IMPROVES CUSTOMER REVIEWS

What makes customer reviews helpful to other customers, and thereby also helpful for sellers, businesses, authors, and even Amazon?

It’s when other customers can trust the review system. Without that trust, reviews become utterly useless.

BOOK REVIEW CHANGES IN 2012

Amazon made its first major improvement to the customer review system in late 2012.

That’s when Amazon blocked and removed countless reviews from probable friend and family members of authors.

Whatever Amazon did in 2012 was highly effective—perhaps not perfect, but definitely effective. If you watch indie community forums regularly, you know that on a weekly basis new authors complain about missing reviews, and it almost invariably turns out that the reviews were left by friends or family members.

Prior to the Great Purge of 2012, Amazon’s customer review system had been getting out of hand, with the problems publicized in the WSJ…

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MyInterviewOnSachaBlack’sWebsite

Many thanks to Sacha Black for featuring me on her website (http://sachablack.co.uk/2015/11/06/interview-with-author-kevin-norris/#more-3193). In my interview I refer to being in the process of revising “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”. The revised edition is now available in ebook and print format.

 

Kevin

Video

The unmonitored video tape

reveals what we can not escape.

The honeyed words we say

in the light of day

are swept away

at night

when our conscience doth delight

in stripping bare all pretence.

The fence

is down and nightmare

doth stare

Us full in the face.

The knowledge of disgrace

Causes the mind to race

In fear

As the truth stands near.

Even the fool

Knows the cassette will, one day, unspool

And lie tangled

Mmangled

Beyond repair

And the dark angel will be there.

 

Are Our Lives Really Better Today Compared to the Pre-Technology Era?

This post raises an interesting and important question. As a blind child and teenager growing up I devoured braille books and abridged cassette versions of titles ranging from classics to thrillers. The problem was that only a fraction of the books produced where (and are still) transcribed into braille so my choice, as a visually impaired reader was severely limited. All this changed with the advent of ebooks and e-readers such as the Amazon Kindle. With the text to speech facility I am able to read the same books as my sighted friends so technology has greatly expanded my capacity to enjoy reading. On the down side of the equation, the growth of technology has lead to the decline in braille production so books which where previously available in braille can no longer be purchased (I assume due to the belief that blind people prefer to access them electronically). I love the physicality of books and derive tremendous enjoyment from sitting with a braille book on my knee, a pleasure very different from that experienced when reading an ebook. So my experience of the growth of technology, from the perspective of a blind person is generally positive, although tinged with regret due to the fall off in the production of physical (braille) books. More generally I regret the obsession with technology as an end in itself rather than as a means to an end. Technology should be the servant and not the master. Kevin

Passing Through

Walking through the leaves

I perceive

the familiar churchyard.

It is writ large

on these weathered stones

“man is skin and bones.

All we are turns to dust.

Here men are beyond lust.

They sleep fast

And do not ask

Who does pass

By

With a doleful sigh”.

No more are men buried here.

The place is near

to my home.

I am but skin and bone.

I feel the carpet warm as I write.

The morning light

Will soon dispel the remains of night

For a time at least

then eternal peace.

 

(All Saints Church is close to my home. The graveyard is long since disused although the existing graves are maintained. http://www.allsaintsuppernorwood.co.uk/).

When Trigger Met Fanny

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THIS IS I – TRIGGER

Yesterday I went with my owner, Kevin to catch a train into London Victoria. He says he has to go into something called the office. Personally I can’t see why. I mean its much more fun chasing foxes and other wildlife in the park or taking tasty snacks from the shelves in those big stores they call supermarkets. Its most kind of staff to leave eatables just where my nose can reach them …! Anyway I digress. As I was saying, I was at Gipsy Hill station yesterday when this furry tease (she is called Fanny I understand) sat on the Oystercard reader arching her back at me. I wagged my tail furiously but she wasn’t having any of it and kept well out of my way and, to cap it all my owner told me to behave. Fancy telling me to “behave”, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth (it would be swallowed so fast it wouldn’t have time to melt)! This feline fiend has even got her own Twitter account (https://twitter.com/thegipsyhillcat). Who ever heard of a mere cat having such a thing. I demand one immediately!

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THIS IS FANNY

Yours disconsolately

 

Trigger

Modernity

Give me something real

Not this plastic I feel.

Give me books in cloth boards

That I may not be bored.

Give me a chime

To measure time.

Give me solid wood

To caress and love.

Give me objects that last

A link to the past.

The world moves fast

Vast

Nothingness beccons.

Enumerable seconds

engaged

In rage

Against the gleam

Of the machine

That haunts my dream.

 

 

I am

I am the one you pass without a second glance.

I am the one who can dance

my feet

moving to a forbidden beat.

I am the work that keeps him late

While at home you wait.

I am the scent that lingers

On fingers.

I am a smile

A guilty denial.

I am the bump that grows

Fingers and toes.

I am new life.

You are his wife.