Free verse № 113848
To Leave a Trace
Figures carved in limestone,
Bits typed on discs.
History reads what it finds,
Remembers what it sees.
Now that even my bones are dust,
You read my name,
And see how strongly I loved,
How weakly I fought.
Unborn strangers find a need in me
For more than was,
Entranced by eternity,
Known in 2203.
What I had no speech for while living,
I can tell you, being dead.
History smiles on the beautifully doomed,
Honorably unread,
Confident of discovery.
30 comments
God the way your mind works... Is ah...
Bland.
1) I don't talk like this to people all the time;
2) I'm not telling you the truth about the crappiness of your poems/personality/ideas about everything;
3) The people you do deal with face-to-face DO tell you the truth about the greatness/originality of your poems, opinions, etc;
4) The internet's worse for getting honest opinions for that reason;
5) I give a fuck;
6) If my username was my real name, I would somehow be more accountable for my comments;
7) If I were any kind of man, I'd meet you and we'd fight it out;
8) You're bigger than fighting with people;
9) You could kick my ass;
10) I'm secretly furtive and ashamed about the fact that I spend my time trashing people on the internet, so that kind of dis actually works.
PS-Colossal dimtards put unnecessary apostrophes on plurals. You fail. And hey, congratulations on saying so many interesting and original things! Your Hollywood readings bit was singular!
PPS-Everybody here except for you already knows who I am. I'm John Updike. You fail times two.
No, wait. I suppose the appropriate thing to say here is: No, wait. I'm not hiding! To prove it I'll meet you on Santa Monica Pier at high noon - I'll be the one smoking two cigars. I'm registered at the Long Beach Motel Six under the pseudonym "Up Johndike".
Get over yourself. Of course we're all hacks here. Why the hell would anyone else hang out in this dump? The only difference between us is that I have two articles - one on Emily Dickinson fascicles and one on the rhythmickal and syntacktickal structures in oral/street/performance poetry - currently being vetted by respectable lit journals, which of course doesn't mean anything except that I happen to be good at at least one of my jobs, while you're not even a very good shoeshine. Also, you think I looked all these words up in a thesaurus and care whether or not people look things up in thesauri, though I didn't and don't. And I'm not gay but you are.
The "Islam/Western Pragmatism war" is just great, by the way. PS-I teach Adult Islam Retards, not children. PPS-Whatever.
such a terrible curse.
I suppose, in addition,
I have told and not shown.
Dan garcia-Black
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