Poems: Creating Nothing

Graves of Viola Burke & Mary Douglas

Creating Nothing

December 31, 2004

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So long has been the night

Since my descent began

I am losing the memories

Whose few, I treasure

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Eternal hours spent

In replacing creation with reverie

So many times failed

Things I could grasp

Are now beyond belief

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My mind is dying

And what I bring upon myself

Prepares my funeral

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Weakness now, in writing

Proof for my scorn

What I am to be

Becomes a shell of what I was to have

Consciousness fades

And with wide plains behind me

I continue down this canyon

To the bottom of despair

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The Devil’s Details: Don’t Insult Me Through Spam Comments!

No-Spam-CanI don’t usually check the Spam section of the comments here, because the filter is generally pretty accurate. However, every once in a while the number builds up, and I go and check it out for a laugh. The thing that really amuses me is the atrocious English and the utterly generic content that is intended to be applicable to any post of any kind – except they’re not. Time after time I’m praised for the “information” on my site; I rarely post information of any kind.

“This is the right blog for anyone who wants to learn about this topic. You realize so much its pretty much difficult to argue with you (not that I truly would want?-HaHa). You absolutely put a new spin on a topic thats been written about for years. Fantastic stuff, just great!”

Some of it, on the other hand, is nearly unintelligible:

“Continue to maintain up the pretty very good operate. I just extra up your RSS feed to my MSN News Reader.”

Or:

“However never the actual significantly less it turned out stimulating.”

The point is, they’re always praising me, sucking up and hoping I’ll click the link to their website. Sometimes I do for fun, so I suppose their goal was achieved.

But then the other day, I got this one:

“The next time I read a weblog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as a lot as this 1. I mean, I know it was my selection to read, but I basically thought youd have something intriguing to say. All I hear is often a bunch of whining about some thing that you simply could fix if you happen to werent too busy seeking for attention.”

I mean hey, come on – if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all! Apparently I could fix all my problems if I didn’t spend all my time seeking attention.

Hm. I think the whole point of my blog is to get people to read it, so yes – I do want attention. But next time, don’t insult me!

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Poems: Elegy

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Elegy

November 11, 2004

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I am sitting by your side

Around us, sickening branches claw the sky

The tower is shrouded

In her thick, grey shawl

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Light is fading slowly

And I perceive new shadows amidst the fog

Our silence is broken

By nothing at all

The path leads beckoningly

Onward through the gate

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The bell tolls for you or me

Time has come to leave here

Rest a hand against the cool stone for just a moment longer

Before looking to myself –

I am sitting by your side

And you are not moving

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