My friend and collaborator and mentor, Daniel Bassill, commented on one of my posts. Hidden in that comment was a poem. I teased out my version and I share it here on an etherpad. Etherpads are collaborative spaces and you can make your own version here:
I have also created a video version of my various revisions if you want to see what I did with Dan’s hidden poetry. Play the video below at .75X speed. Sounds so cool.
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Dan’s a poet
Though he didn’t know it
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Unexpectedly found poems rock!
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Thanks Sarah. I stand awed in the land of giants when I read the poems you all put out regularly. I try not to compete but Terry often provides a spark.
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added some verse
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Really appreciate the quandary of your last stanza:
and where
the next word
has gone when
it has left the page
The echo of left the stage is there and the extension of the metaphor to make the words actors on the stage.
And that leads to this from Macbeth:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Thanks for all the “yes, ands” and inspirations and kind reciprocations.
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How true…
“Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.”
And, how humbling.