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tralf2001, link e-mailed by Aaron, a friend who I haven't heard from in I think over a year up until today. Reposted in full here because... my God, it's just that perfect:
13 ways of looking at livejournal
1
A girl and a journal
are one.
A girl and a journal and ten icons
are one.
2
Among thirty computers
in an empty computer lab
the only moving thing
was the keyboard of the journaler.
3
I was of three minds.
Like a journal
In which I have posted thrice in one day.
4
Rain slashed against the window,
pools tearing in the cracked ground.
I wonder
if my friends list has been updated.
5
I know noble news links
And lucid, inescapable dream entries;
But I know, too,
That the journal is involved
In what I know.
6
When the journal flew out of sight
It marked the edge
Of one of many windows.
7
The river is moving.
My friends must be writing.
8
I thought I saw a man
walk past familiarly.
Backdated entry.
9
I have 3 papers
to write
And I slept
through math again
Yet there is always time
for one more survey
10
All spreading before me is blank
as a page or a wall that has not been written.
It ate my entry again
time to start over.
11
I cut myself
to save space and bandwidth
hoping that someone will want to
read more
12
My fingers glide across
the keyboard, clicking.
I am a small part of the pantomime.
13
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
Nothing else to do
Except update my journal.
(See also Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, by Wallace Stevens)
Also: Everyone go to Google and search for "miserable failure." Hi-larious.
tralf2001, link e-mailed by Aaron, a friend who I haven't heard from in I think over a year up until today. Reposted in full here because... my God, it's just that perfect:13 ways of looking at livejournal
1
A girl and a journal
are one.
A girl and a journal and ten icons
are one.
2
Among thirty computers
in an empty computer lab
the only moving thing
was the keyboard of the journaler.
3
I was of three minds.
Like a journal
In which I have posted thrice in one day.
4
Rain slashed against the window,
pools tearing in the cracked ground.
I wonder
if my friends list has been updated.
5
I know noble news links
And lucid, inescapable dream entries;
But I know, too,
That the journal is involved
In what I know.
6
When the journal flew out of sight
It marked the edge
Of one of many windows.
7
The river is moving.
My friends must be writing.
8
I thought I saw a man
walk past familiarly.
Backdated entry.
9
I have 3 papers
to write
And I slept
through math again
Yet there is always time
for one more survey
10
All spreading before me is blank
as a page or a wall that has not been written.
It ate my entry again
time to start over.
11
I cut myself
to save space and bandwidth
hoping that someone will want to
read more
12
My fingers glide across
the keyboard, clicking.
I am a small part of the pantomime.
13
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
Nothing else to do
Except update my journal.
(See also Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, by Wallace Stevens)
Also: Everyone go to Google and search for "miserable failure." Hi-larious.
