Archive for November, 2008

TextFlow beta release 25 now available

November 28th, 2008

Beta release 25 of TexFlow is now available for immediate upgrade. Existing users will be able to automatically upgrade to the latest version the next time you start TextFlow.

Two major bugs were fixed in this release: firstly a conflict with the latest version of the Adobe AIR 1.5 runtime that prevented writing bug reports in the bug report form. The second bug caused severe problems with the comparison of larger Word documents and would result in very strange changes being reported for documents that were otherwise very similar. Both bugs are now fixed!

Get the most out of TextFlow!

November 24th, 2008

Here is a short step-by-step guide on one way to integrate TextFlow into your collaborative work process. By allowing your colleagues to work how they want, when they want, TextFlow lets you do the most with your team.

Or, compare with someone else’s original (like the Declaration of Independence versions);  or, save the unfinished session and send it to someone; or, whatever works for you. TextFlow is a flexible tool like a penknife, not a production-line cookie cutter - but the pattern above is a good way to start using it.

TextFlow beta goes public

November 24th, 2008

From today the desktop beta is available at once, to anyone: just set up an account. The software is still in a beta phase, so we ask that you keep this in mind while using it. Sign up and download TextFlow now!

Dead poets and dead soldiers

November 6th, 2008

The handwritten drafts of this WWI poem are fascinating to see grow, through Siegfried Sassoon’s suggestions — like blind insolence of iron mouths to replace majestic insults… — and on to this final form below. The last line never changes, except for Dusk to dusk.

Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen (click to show)

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

If you have installed the desktop beta, you can explore these nine drafts. If you don’t yet have a TextFlow account, here are four you can take for a test drive, with the first draft as reference. Click on it to start TextFlow and explore building a personal edition. Poetry is what you make of it.