Because we all want to write more poems.
Marshall McLuhan must have had a cat
The cat questions me
With the persistance of a three year old.
And if it were not 4:30 in the morning,
And if he weren't standing with all his weight
on my ribcage,
And if this were not a daily routine for him,
I'd be happy to answer him.
Though the answers would mean as little to him
As his questions do to me.
I do answer him,
He doesn't seem to mind if I merely
grumble with eyes closed
Or swear and shove him off the bed
He just wants to engage me in the back and forth
of meaningless conversation
Every morning for the rest of his long life.
He has taught me this though,
Through the years of unintelligible noises
His and mine,
It's not the content of the conversation
That has meaning.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Neil McKay
January 23, 2012
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I can't delete comments so here's my poem again
The cat questions me
With the persistance of a three year old.
And if it were not 4:30 in the morning,
And if he weren't standing with all his weight
on my ribcage,
And if this was not a daily routine for him,
I'd be happy to answer him.
Though the answers would mean as little to him
As his questions do to me.
I do answer him,
He doesn't seem to mind if I merely
grumble with eyes closed
Or swear and shove him off the bed
He just wants to touch base with me
Every morning for the rest of his long life.
He has taught me this though,
Through the years of unintelligible noises
His and mine,
It's not the content of the conversation
That has meaning.
Jennifer Dixey
January 23, 2012
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comment delete
Apparently the fact that you can't delete comments in Drupal is a known issue that's been around forever. I'll see what I can find out about working around it. People have written patches, but not for D7 that I know of. Fun, fun, fun.
Jennifer Dixey
January 23, 2012
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meow meow meow
Reminds me of the old Larson cartoon with the dog and his owner blabbing away at him, and all the dog hears is his own name wherever it pops up among the rush of other words.
Neil McKay
January 24, 2012
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true
Maybe the meaning is that we all just want to hear our own name in someone else's voice.
Benjamin Gorman
January 26, 2012
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^ true dat
:-)