au lecteur – to the reader.
as you arrived in my blog’s belly
an extra hit did my counter tally
my dear, you err inside a thread
where wise men truly fear to tread!
but I console you with a fact,
that your mind (till now) truly lack’d:
that though Peer Gynt an onion peels
as man himself for the core reels
There is no core of this entry!
no truth- but jest, there is plenty!
However, as long as there is still more time,
there will always be a rhyme
and another lay’r to peel away
and another stupid thing to say!!
[otherwise, try peeling something with
more of a core, like an avocado, or visit www.nietzsche.de]
evocation of my Muse.
Oh, somewhat be-muddled muse of all things blogged
haunting the molten plastic perfum’d blogosphere!
You, passionate one, who kisses our eyes, CRT-flogged
to us, bastard sons of an electronic Narciss, be near!
…as we yet again luggage our Facebook profiles,
with the sweet URL siren-call of our irrelevant blogs,
in the vain hope of catching, what out there lies:
another key-bor’d-potato, whose soul already sogs,
be-moist’nd by the wish
for another “easy” dish:
the Saran wrapp’d TV-dinner
of the internet age: the “blog”.
Oh you vixen Muse, hear my call!
Make many, many … for me fall!
don’t be ashamed: being deep inside my blog is just as obscure a place as visiting www.wired.com
An Ode to the blogger.
Oh! You bloggers, who your secrets
from your parents keep,
with the fanatic determination of viperous Cerberus;
but are unashamed to exhibit them openly
to 2.5 billion other people!
To you goes out this ode, and to all
the under categories of you, whose tendencies
Google is so happy to index
to the detriment of those just trying
to find niche internet porn.
Let me start with, you, sweet girl bloggers,
who adorn your sites
with such star-trailing cursor magic
& perfuming pink style templates
that the visiting man
cannot but faint from its overbearing insense!
Then to you, oh bards, you sharers of deep experience
Tell me, which shops you visit, and musics you listen to,
which sounds play from your electric harp-proxies.
Are you currently listening to an underground group
called Monkey Idol? Rest assured, I care,
though alas, today I’ve forgotten my pen…
And you, bricoleurs, you hobby reviewers of digital trinkets!
Tell me, how you cleaned the CCD on your Sony DSC-P200!
Tell me, how you can boost the range of Bluetooth mice!
May God grant you the Odysseuses you seek
who crave precisely that knowledge
in the wild nihil of the internet, which your site doeth graciously, (with pictures), provide!
[And please, review the iPhone!]
Then, oh , you desperate souls, you melancholically inclined,
Tell me, like a Polar bear surrounded by global-warm’d melting ice,
how your lives have no more meaning,
but please, spray your entries with the misty insence of self-loving eloquence
Maybe then, on the next party, that you and I attend
Between the small talk, to your necrophile tendencies I can attend!
Oh, and you, baby bloggers, wrapped in delicate swaddling clothes,
who put the glint back in our eyes with their first and only entries:
“Welcome to my new blog, where I will from now on post random thoughts
and impressions on my life. Yeah, so this is my first post”
dated 2006 february.
please, write another entry, so we know that blogging is alive and well!
Oh bloggers, bloggers of the world unite!
Let us show where people need to search
the pulse of eternal life
in this internet age!