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Monday, July 25, 2011

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blog Post

I
Among twenty random comments,

The only moving one

Was the first by the blogger.

II

I was of three minds,

Like a post

In which there are three typos.

III

The blog queue whirled in the crackling winds.

It was a small part of the power line.

IV

An essayist and a blogger

Are one.

An essayist, a blogger, and a journalist

Are one.

V

I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of smart aleck remarks

Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blogger raving

Or just after.

VI

Sharp words filled the long comments

Like barbaric glass.

The shadow of the blog post

Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood

Traced in the typeface

An unintelligible cause.

VII

O thin men of Blah-Blah

Why do you imagine golden words?

Do you not see how the blog posts

Wind around the necks

Of the writers before you?

VIII

I know noble accents

And flaccid, indecipherable rhythms;

But I know, too,

That the blog post is involved

In what I know.

IX

When the blog post flew out of sight,

It marked the edge

Of one of many listservs.

X

At the sight of blog posts

Vying in a green fight,

Even jaws filled with jujubes

Would cry out sharply.

XI

He texted over Connecticut

On a small phone.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook

The shadow of his GPS

For blogposts.

XII

The river is moving.

The blogpost must be flying.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.

The monitor was glowing

And it was going to glow.

The blog post sat

Near my weary-limbs.


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1 Comments:

Blogger Maria said...

I improved it:

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blog Post
I
Among twenty random comments,
The only moving one
Was the first, by the blogger.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a post
In which there are three pauses . . .
III
The blog queue whirled in the crackling winds.
It was a waste of my precious time.
IV
An essayist and a blogger
Are one.
An essayist, a blogger, and a hot air balloon
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of smart aleck remarks
Or the puffing of innuendoes,
The blogger raging
Or just after.
VI
Sharp words filled the monitor
Like barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blog post
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
In cyberspace
Like Siberian thaws.
VII
O thin men of Blah-Blah
Can you imagine golden words?
Do you see how your blog posts
Wrap around the necks
Of those who follow?
VIII
I know noble accents
And indecipherable rhythms;
But I know, too,
The blog post is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blog post scrolled out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of lots of blistering bluster.
X
At the sight of blog posts
Descending in a mean fight,
Even jaws stuffed with jellybeans
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He texted over Connecticut
On a small phone.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his blogposts
For blogposts.
XII
The server is moving.
The blogger must be crying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
The monitor was glowing
And it was going to glow.
The blog post zapped
By my weary limbs.



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