Here's an interesting question for you, Garrett S Sexton: Do disableds have feelings? Or are they just soulless slabs of jellied meat with wheels attached?

Interesting that you decided to write about a remembrance of things past. Most people just ignore temporal limitations and dive straight into remembrances of future things. I'm jolly glad you made that clear in the title though, because otherwise I might have been rather confused. I can still remember the last time was rather confused. It was a week next Tuesday, and I had tried to blow my nose with a boiled egg.

P.S I'm afraid you have forgotten to remember the spelling of remembrance.

Good Christ! You don't think the "Wheeled-chair" was haunted, do you!?

This is quite good, I suppose.

Do shut up.

Try writing on the Turin Shroud instead of paper! It can be a great way to cure writer's block! Also crapper's block!

I suppose "James Wright" has been telling you about asswagons. Then beware, for he knows not of what he speaks.

How do you achieve the world?

I hate to say this Jeremi, but I think that the opinions of both yourself and Sam Kinneson are simultaneously unbelievably wrong and unbelievably arrogant. Your embarrassing ignorance concerning the AIDS virus was amply demonstrated to us all when you insisted that the word "AIDS" was synonymous with the word "gay". At first glance, this might seem like a perfectly reasonable statement to make, especially in light of recent events in the US of A; but on closer inspection, your naughtiness is made only too clear: "AIDS" is not a word. It is an acronym. When will people learn that it is careless acronymity, not careless promiscuity, that lies at the root of the AIDS problem? How long do we, the British public, have to sit by and watch as thousands of innocent bystanders are carelessly infected with these deadly acronyms before someone gets off their fat bum and actually does something about it? Too long, I say! So, for the love of sweet merciful Christ, please give just two pounds a month, or whatever you can afford, to:

Careless Acronyms Can Kill (C.A.C.K),
24 Bishop's Wagon,
Chauncery Hostel Lane,
Cambridge.

Thank you.

I like the way you've used the planet in your poeme as a metaphor for our own planet: Earth. Are we to just stand about like kidneys whilst our governments destroy thousands of acres of rainforest simply to fuel their own greedy capitalist agendas? I don't think so, buddy.

I'd like to quote, if I may, a section from your poeme that tackles such issues with astounding clarity:

"...two point five billion must live in the stink
that arises when people have no sanitation
and you tell me all this deserves no lamentation."

I'm not some sort of international hero, but I know I'll be doing some lamenting in the coming weeks and months. Will you?

Good Christ, I hope so.