Thursday, 3 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Error Message Haikus
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Windows XP crashed.
I am the blue screen of death.
No one hears your screams.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My novel" not found.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Windows XP crashed.
I am the blue screen of death.
No one hears your screams.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My novel" not found.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Labels:
Poems
Monday, 31 January 2011
Painting By Numbers
If a theory is a palette,
then its canvas is not a blank slate.
then its canvas is not a blank slate.
Labels:
Philosophy
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Earthmoving
Yet such is oft the course of deeds
that move the wheels of the world:
small hands do them because they must,
while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
that move the wheels of the world:
small hands do them because they must,
while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
Labels:
JRR Tolkien
Friday, 28 January 2011
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Human
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering
and unites it with the human sufferer.
— James Joyce 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man'
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering
and unites it with the human sufferer.
— James Joyce 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man'
Labels:
James Joyce
Monday, 24 January 2011
And Vice Versa
I am a part of all that I have met.
— Alfred Tennyson 'Ulysses'
— Alfred Tennyson 'Ulysses'
Labels:
Alfred Tennyson,
Poems
Performativity
And he said: Hey!
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practising
For one of those performances of yours?
— Laurie Anderson 'Language Is A Virus'
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practising
For one of those performances of yours?
— Laurie Anderson 'Language Is A Virus'
Labels:
Laurie Anderson,
Lyrics
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Undone
yeah it's broken,
the wheel's still turning
it's turning slowly in the sky
we go out searching,
we go out climbing
we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance,
reassurance
you can tell so much about a place
by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone
thinking this way
undone
— David Bridie 'The Deserters'
the wheel's still turning
it's turning slowly in the sky
we go out searching,
we go out climbing
we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance,
reassurance
you can tell so much about a place
by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone
thinking this way
undone
— David Bridie 'The Deserters'
Labels:
David Bridie,
Lyrics
Saturday, 22 January 2011
For Awhile
I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
— Leonard Cohen 'Tonight Will Be Fine'
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
Labels:
Leonard Cohen,
Lyrics
Friday, 21 January 2011
Far From Perfect
No we never met before
I'm very happy to say
Far from perfect strangers
I'd like to keep it that way
I'm not your psychoanalyst
I'd rather talk to mice
You're so easy to resist
I don't want to be nice
— John Cooper Clarke 'I Don't Want To Be Nice'
I'm very happy to say
Far from perfect strangers
I'd like to keep it that way
I'm not your psychoanalyst
I'd rather talk to mice
You're so easy to resist
I don't want to be nice
— John Cooper Clarke 'I Don't Want To Be Nice'
Labels:
John Cooper Clarke,
Lyrics
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