What Ever Happened to Poetry Thursday?
Local CemeteryThey up and moved themselves to some fancy new website.
I don't care for that.
If you can't play in Bloggerville with the rest of us (or in some adjacent neighborhood, such as WordPress: the only other acceptable blogish-town, in my internet-geekish opinion) then count me out.
I don’t like it when blogs get too big for their britches, is all.
But perhaps it has something to do with 'em getting too many hits.
I wouldn’t know...I have about one-fourth the readership the deadblog got, and have a pretty good feeling that dear old deadblog shall haunt me for all eternity.
Note to fellow Bloggers: Never kill your blog. ;)
And yes, I am feeling a million times better this morning. For those of you who care. Thank you! And here's a poem for you, not in honor of Poetry Thursday, mind you, but for Poetry the Day Between Wednesday and Friday ™.
(Ash giggles, and gets quiet, serious, dare I say pretentious)
An Ode to Soup, and All Mankind
If spoons were made of cheddar cheese
I'd keep you between my knees
Where soup cans roll about the floor
To knock upon my open door
We'll eat tomatoes, crackers too
and dine upon your pining stew
For bread to break and tea to sip
Watch it now: you'll stain my slip.
15 comments:
Nice ode; the syllables flow smoothly, like soup from spoon to lip, just begging for another sip.
You talk about too few hits? I'm wandering in the desert these days, a rambling hermit looking for a post to sit atop of, pondering blogicide at every turn as I shamble-stagger across apathetic sand dunes, wandering, wondering what it's all about.
My iTunes answers in my ears, right on cue: Radiohead, "No Surprises."
Mmmm, I am thinking of a switch to typepad later in the year ~ but you're making me anxious with all this 'deadblog talk' ~yikes!
Still your 'Poetry the Day Between Wednesday and Friday' is certainly catchy ;-) (And risque, but it wouldn't be Ash without a bit of (optionally melancholy) flirtatiousness would it?)
love Teal Eyes ;-)
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Hey Ashley, I'm glad you're feeling better, time spent in a sick bed can actually be good for a day or so, just to induldge in a little self pampering, but beyond that....of course throw in taking care of BG, and I guess the pampering thing may be out of the question.
One thing I always have liked about you are the lines in the sand that you draw...like not following an uppity blog to another locale...I don't know, there's just something refreshing about making your own rules, and sticking to them...seems empowering....I'm going to try one....let me see...ok, I think eating food you don't like even if it's good for you is stupid, therefore, from this day forward I will no longer grimace and force myself to eat broccoli...there, I am taking control over my life ;-)
Have a great day, Ash!
Soup makes everything all right. Cheddar cheese does too. I like your verse and attitude to unblogger blogging.
Ash said: "Note to fellow Bloggers: Never kill your blog. ;)"
Colin says: Uh oh... I can't promise that... :)
Three blogs in 12 months is a bit much but all I can say is that when the plug was pulled it felt right at the time (of the kill).
Still miss 'Let's Kiss And Make Up' though. The first one counts the most, right?
Sigh.
On croaking blogs: Etched somewhere in my cold Canadian Tim Horton heart are words to the effect of destruction being every bit as creative as creation.
But then I think of DOA and how persistence's rewards are worth the persistence.
On the other hand I am pretty damn sure the great majority of blogs are crap. Yours is not ABC. We are all pulling for you.
i miss my dead blog, too, but that one had to be euthanized. my family found out and apparently, they didn't like the things i had to say about my father. well, truth hurts. (i couldn't stop blogging, so i erased it and started a new one.)
this poem ash - it's sly, and winsome, and totally sexual. i love it. how do you DO that?! the rhythm is amazing...you're like a libidinous shel silverstein...;)
you're like a libidinous shel silverstein
That's great! A perfectly concise summation of Ash's verse! Love it!
And yes, I am feeling a million times better this morning.
My dear Ash, it looks like I have quite a bit of catching up to do! I'm so sorry I haven't been around. Life has been hectic.
But I'm so glad to see that you are feeling much better. That makes me happy. I want you to smile that beautiful smile of yours between sips of soup. :)
Imagine a world where everyone is smiling. Yeah, corny I know, but still.
(And I totally agree with you about blogs becoming too big for their britches.)
Hugs and kisses.
Hugs and kisses to you too, Dan!! Thank you. :)
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Daibh: Mmmm...James Cagney.
I could eat you with a spoon. ;)
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Bee: Euthanized...that's a great way to describe it!
I simply murdered mine. It was being far too quiet.
"this poem ash - it's sly, and winsome, and totally sexual."
Thank you. :)
I like to add a bit of sex to my soup. Or the thought of having sex in the kitchen. On the table. At lunchtime. Or dinnertime...Pretty much whenever. ;)
"libidinous shel silverstein"
I'm going to have to stop by Wilkipedia and look up the word "libidinous" and the writer Shel Silverstein. ;)
I thank you, though, for what I'm sure is a lovely compliment. :)
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Mr. Beer N. Hockey: Thank you.
I agree that most blogs are crap.
Tis why I stick with my favorites, and rarely search out new ones.
Yours is great and should be loved. :)
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Colin: In the first draft of this post, I went on to mention a few of my favorite deadblogs, including Let's Kiss and Make Up...
That blog was classic. A cult classic!
I like to think of it late at night...when I could call you up. And someone cue Voxtrot: I've slipped back into 2006! ;)
[giggling]
Your newest blog is great, though.
Onward and upward. :)
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Jemima: Thank you, Sweetheart. :)
Magically fly to my house this weekend! We'll stay up late, eat soup, and watch for tornadoes. Read each other's novels.
I hope you're doing well. :)
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Brian: Thank you.
I like drawing in the sand...
Twenty years from now, when I'm living in a tornado-proof hut on a tornado-free beach, you'll walk by and see me...we'll draw in the sand together, and make fun of uppity blogs. ;)
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BB: "I am thinking of a switch to typepad later in the year"
I actually had TypePad listed alongside Wordpress as a good place to blog, but I'm pretty sure it cost money, so I deleted it.
"you're making me anxious with all this 'deadblog talk' ~yikes!"
Yeah, be a hundred percent sure before you move. It can be life-changing (online life, anyway).
And I'm so glad you caught the Teal Eyes comment...I always meant to tell you. I just wasn't sure how.
You did make for a lovely bunkmate in World War III. ;)
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Daibh: Thank you. :)
"You talk about too few hits?"
No, I never said too few hits...I said my readership is one-fourth what it used to be. As a writer, I want to be read, and I was being read by lots of people...I threw that away. But lucky for me, most of my closest friends stuck with me, which is all that matters; I care more about quality than quantity. :)
Or in other words: I was just blabbering. ;)
"I'm wandering in the desert these days, a rambling hermit looking for a post to sit atop of"
I know, precious. I've always hoped you'd get more attention than you do...you deserve it. :)
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Happy Friday, everyone.
Love,
~ Ash
Good, now. Feeling better I see. Way good. Making me feel like resuming blog thing. Am yucky blog suicider. Poo poo me. Stay happy. Please.
Rockenpooper
as cute as i think you are, im not sure i want to think of a cheddar cheese spoon between your knees..but..uh..thats another topic.
I suppose it would depend on whether it was hard cheddar, or mild. ;)
ash -
come back now. :)
(hug)
libidinous - a fun way of saying 'sexual'. (think johnny depp in 'the libertine', where i think it comes from.) you know that movie threesome with lara flynn boyle? i swear, i'm her - i get turned on by big words.
shel silverstein - my god. GO GET HIM. he is (mostly) known for his children's poetry like: where the sidewalk ends..etc. go look for "the giving tree". it is my writerly prescription to you. (you might think that reading children's poetry is funny...but that's it exactly. it's AWESOME. and he writes adult stuff too.)
JC: I do like it. Thank you. :)
RockenP: I'm so glad you feel like blogging again.
I'll try and stay happy, but I make no promises. ;)
Josh: I'm glad you think I'm cute.
The cheddar cheese spoon bit wasn't literal. Like IF cheese spoons existed, I'd keep you between my knees...but spoons AREN'T made of cheese, so I can't. It's about not having what I want, or only getting it in some magical fantasy land where all the rules are bended to my liking.
Daibh: Either is fine. :)
Bee: Thank you so much for the hug.
I find big words to be a turn-on too...the bigger, the better. ;)
As for Shel Silverstein: I loved The Giving Tree as a child. It made me sad for the tree...I have a strange love of trees. I tell Baby Girl they used to be people, and now they're just sleeping and picking their moment to awake.
I'll definitely check out Where the Sidewalk Ends. I've heard of it, and will look for it soon.
Thanks for the prescription. :)
Big (hug) to you, too.
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