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Post by Ivan Carswell on Nov 2, 2007 6:06:30 GMT -5
It is hard to believe that the dead read poetry but one cannot reject evidence. My Blog-Flux Map Stats traced the latest reader to a cemetery – and not just any, indeed the Columbia Gardens Cemetery in Arlington.
Of course I am greatly impressed; if it had been next door at Arlington National Cemetery I would have stood erect, faced the flag and saluted. I’m not too proud to do that – anyone who died in genuine service of their Country owns my respect.
The dead reading my verse means I’ve left the ordinary lists of who’s who, although in most respects I’ve shunned that for the exact reasons expressed in my poetry – too damn pedestrian. But I wonder who it was; I don’t think any of my kin are at rest there, leastways none I’m aware of.
Of course I do care a reader is dead – it means I have reached beyond the grave in a way I seldom achieve with the living. The next thing I’ll get used to, I guess, are comments signed with the momentous pseudonym ‘Deceased’.
I apologise unreservedly to those of you to whom I rather crudely suggested, ‘Get A Life’ – I did not check to see if you were resident at the Gardens Cemetery, and that was extremely remiss of me. © 13 July 2007, I.D. Carswell
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Post by Bernard Alain on Nov 4, 2007 17:44:35 GMT -5
a rather humorous notion Ivan as it is often the dead poets who are read long after, enjoyed the read.
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