... by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.
Just as in the 'real' world, here in blogsphere we have friends that come and go, friends that we see almost every day, friends that we may see only from time to time and then, of course, friends who just seem to disappear. I was thinking about one such blogger buddy only the other day when I saw this article about Flarf.
Flarf? I hear you ask.
"Flarf, in case (like me) you didn't know, is nonsense poetry for the digital age. It uses weird word combinations produced by Google searches. Now K Silem Mohammed, a university lecturer, is working on a 'flarfirst' version of all 154 of Shakespeare's sonnets, retaining their rhyme and metre but entering every line into an online anagram generator. each resulting sonnet contains exactly the same letters. Here, for example, are the first two lines of Sonnet 13 when 'flarfed':
O! that you were your self: but, love, you are
No longer yours than you your self here live
Wise fools who rub the curly heads of state
Sweet monsters who sell honor out for fun.
Aha! What do you think?
Anyway, not flarf, I dedicate this verse to Carla who once upon a time hosted the weekly meme FreeVerse.
In Celia's face a question did arise,
Which were more beautiful, her lips
"We," said the eyes, "send forth those pointed darts
Which pierce the hardest
"From us," replied the lips, "proceed those blisses