crazy lovely friend Stu wrote this poem. Check it out, but hold no biases…
She looked at me, inquisitively.
Merging, scouring through the deathless murkiness
which lives, never dying, in spite of sorrow.
Thinking, whatever passes
can not but demonstrate what an
finding, slowly, my nemesis;
Discursion, philanthropy, how can this
be ME. Now. Why does it rage
incessantly. Provoking lies and outrage
sage and following my LIFE.
3 comments by 1 or more people
Wow what an amazing poem. This guy has severe talent. Publishers watch out for him, he's going to be one of the Greats.
20 Jun 2005, 23:38
Next time you carry out an (admittedly very effective) piece of self-publication, try changing your name to something else…
20 Jun 2005, 23:45
Message for Emma: now I know why Stu asked me how to find your blog earlier…
Message for Stu: That's quite arty for a computer scientist. I'm impressed in a non-understanding kind of way!
21 Jun 2005, 01:36
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