More poetic offerings for the dead blog of the day ... a superb series of poems entitled Two Ravens by an author calling himself Two Ravens Whispered. This blog was submitted by Autolycan Catalyst, who says:
"The author completed his poem cycle/creative writing experiment. It has an interesting structure and is quite dead, being complete. Read through it and enjoy!"
Betty has read the cycle and is impressed by the elegant metaphors sustained throughout ... in the first verse, the two ravens are revealed as thought and memory, neglected by those who chose to live only through 'perception and action' leading to a repetition of error. The reader is drawn into the conversation between Huginn and Muninn as they discourse on humanity, its frailties and strengths. The verse is tender as it is satiric:
"M: (fondly) My dear, black helicopters are not half as scary as you are to mortals. Even now."
Don't miss this wonderful series, to which Betty will return for further appreciation over time.
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Poetry collection preserved
Today's Dead Blog of the Day is submitted by long time BlogShares afficionado, M. Major. Congratulations, you have won yourself 200 chips for your outstanding submission, A Colostomy Bag Full of Poems.
Betty wonders whether you have any further information about the author of these ribald verses and whether we can expect more incredible additions at some stage in the future.
To give our readers a taste of the literary quality of the author, J.B., here's a short snippet from one poem which particularly caught Betty's eye as she glanced through this significant body of work, which ranges from satirical cowboy barnyard frolics (how appropriate for the Blogfarm!)to paeans about peers, neocons and other conmen whom the poet pokes mercilessly to thoughtful historical insights.
From "A Paltry Sum":
"And whenst the reaper cometh
to collect his deathly toll
the millionaire could just as well die
faced in Corn Flakes bowl
Yon Microsoft inventors
cometh nearer to their fates
each day that passeth quickly
is one less for even Gates."
We hope the Blogfarm can assist J.B. back to his calling, that he may be appreciated by those who seek contemporary verse rather than merely the below from "Bless You".
"Bless you Mr. Visitor Tracker.
Without you I would never
know how many people
search MSN and Google
for Colostomy and Colostomy Bag
and "Colostomy Bag fell off"
and all these other crazy searches
that make life worth living.
Bless you Mrs. Visitor Tracker."
Betty wonders whether you have any further information about the author of these ribald verses and whether we can expect more incredible additions at some stage in the future.
To give our readers a taste of the literary quality of the author, J.B., here's a short snippet from one poem which particularly caught Betty's eye as she glanced through this significant body of work, which ranges from satirical cowboy barnyard frolics (how appropriate for the Blogfarm!)to paeans about peers, neocons and other conmen whom the poet pokes mercilessly to thoughtful historical insights.
From "A Paltry Sum":
"And whenst the reaper cometh
to collect his deathly toll
the millionaire could just as well die
faced in Corn Flakes bowl
Yon Microsoft inventors
cometh nearer to their fates
each day that passeth quickly
is one less for even Gates."
We hope the Blogfarm can assist J.B. back to his calling, that he may be appreciated by those who seek contemporary verse rather than merely the below from "Bless You".
"Bless you Mr. Visitor Tracker.
Without you I would never
know how many people
search MSN and Google
for Colostomy and Colostomy Bag
and "Colostomy Bag fell off"
and all these other crazy searches
that make life worth living.
Bless you Mrs. Visitor Tracker."
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