Saturday, 27 October 2007

Vanity Publishing to myself (a concept for the third millenium)!

What a clutz!
I have just had a strange and slightly perverse frissante of excitement as I open my new blog to note that I have a comment.
Unfortunately it is my own comment sent to me by me by mistake!
I have a feeling there is something more than a little dodgy about responding to one's own blog!

My all too brief October break is about to come to an end and the siren call of the daily grind can be faintly discerned in the distance ... not the crude reality of the 5.30 alarm just yet... more a piper on the gates of dawn reminding me that I do not have private income.

I am also still somewhat at a loss to know why I am writing this. There seem to be two quite separate reasons for not continuing....
1. Nobody is reading this apart from me.
2. I am not sure that I have anything to say that will contribute to any greater good.

Ah ha, but wait..... perhaps there is a way forward (this needs to be read in the voice of Montgomery Burns).

I will publish my poetry this is a perfect idea because my poetry is
1. only read by me
2. not really likely to contribute anything of any great worth.

A perfect match: the pointless published anonymously on the unread! How very punk!

Here's one from ages ago ... a lifetime really ... nearly a decade.



Jetsam

On the shoreline we’re dark beacons casting
A debris of failure and potential;
Beached before the tempest’s sinews blasting;
Memory’s drift of inconsequential
Flotsam and treasure. A slick half recalled;
Clinging and polluting where it fingers,
Until each sensation recoils appalled
And only wistfulness bravely lingers.
Twisted and salt bleached, pale in the mist, hung
With leathered weed and the writhing shapes of
Forgotten belongings pointlessly flung.
Beyond the ocean’s reach at last, above
Serving the pointless rhythm, storm and calm,
To rest between the tideline and the farm.


Pete
April 1998.


There are hundreds (not all miserable sonnets it must be said, but I was really hacked off in 1998) .... sorry.

But then I don't need to apologise because nobody is reading this!

3 comments:

Holly Woods said...

Dear mr. Dental Records,
I think that pee-wee chopper would be most interested in your musings!!! and my brother, as well!
although I have merely scimmed (pun) the surface. I am sure they would be lo9yal Readers......and leave choice comments!!
Love to you,
H

Dental Records said...

Thank you Holly,
I would be interested in dialogue I suppose that is obvious or there would be little point in blogging!
I am not sure at the moment of the technology and so I am not really getting around the other blogs.
Will speak to beloved, who is really good at this kind of thing and try to join this strand of the technological revolution.
P

Holly Woods said...

Dearest cat herder,
I would like to engage in dialogue, in form of a comment, very good comment.
I bemembered the endearment name for baklava.
would you like to ponder a guess, throw it out there, so to speak, are you marooned with curiosity?
Well, do comment me with guess on nickname for baklava, hx