"Twittering, I do, for I am a Twittering
My tale for you, for me,
A scribbler I be.
And as you surely see, scribble
I do ~ Both in silvered air, as well,
My silver screen.
And papyrus, too, knows my words ~ Reeds,
A Devlin, a very wise,
Clever gentleman, too,
Dennis, a scoundrel, of a scholar,
A diller,
A dollar, O, know, I follow
You ~
Lead ...
My wood ~ winded instrument, my Orphic lyre,
Blewing
Wing ...
Mum said to me ..."
~ Twittering
"Writers write."
~ Anne Bernays
"But, O, see?
Me, too, a writer, for many words
Now I write. My best, I do ~ But O,
Know ~ Whether my best be good enough for Thee,
I do not know.
Me, I just try to weather the weather,
My tossing sea, my frail vessel,
My letters to you ~
Raving, you,
Your honesty I require ~ Who,
You?"
~ Twittering
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"Male for female,
We all identify with Orpheus.
He is the one who feels overwhelmed by grief
.... More importantly, he is the one is alive.
But what about Eurydice?
Hers is the journey to death and forgetting.
In 'Orpheus. Eurydice.
Hermes.' Ranier Maria Rilke, a less optimistic fellow
Than Ovid, tells the story
Quoted message said:From her point of view.
As the poem opens..."
~ Nancy Hathaway,
Quoted message said:From "A Friendly Guide to Mythology"
[p. 259]
"But O, Ms.
Hathaway, indeed, I know, your booked account,
Recounts
Not your view, as here, between those covers,
You recount Rilke's
View of Eurydice, thusly ~ A medium,
A historian, you!
If all were told ~
Eurydice, or the Furry Dance, or just a pair
Of dice unrolled?
Or perhaps a hermetic seal broken, ripped open,
Light unleashed?
For all told, after
All points of view seen through ~
All persona accounted for,
All perspectives sited,
An insightful scene, a serious stage
Set
.... A
New mythology? As, you've aptly told
The old,
Our mythic history hitherto.
.... and what now,
If I told
You by telephone ~ Our past lights
Another constellation, a Starry
Principality?"
~ Twittering
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