7/27/08

Marcel Proust on The Internets.



"The truth is that life is perpetually weaving fresh threads which link one individual and one event to another, and that these threads are crossed and recrossed, doubled and redoubled, to thicken the web, so that between any slightest point of our past and all the others a rich network of memories gives an almost infinite variety of communicating paths to choose from."


-Time Regained

7/10/08

WB Yeats be rollin' in his grave.

www.When You Are Old and Grey.com

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And checking your email, load up this pic,
And dream about your first shy double-click,
Your searching eyes, and their dark circles deep.


How many nights you gazed upon my face,
And reveled in my clumsy nudity,
Felt thrilled at digitally owning me
(But wished for a real woman's warm embrace).

Watching your glowing screen most tenderly,
Recall, a little sadly, how I fled,
Returned your plaintive emails all unread,
And left nothing but this grainy .jpg