Saturday, June 10, 2006

"Fame, If You Win It / Comes And Goes In A Minute"

Current mood: schadenfreude-ish

Category: Writing and Poetry

The ultimate measure of a writer's obscurity might be the ability to post almost daily using his real name on a small, chummy message board for over a year --- and then be asked for his real name by a friend who assumed the name he posted under was a nom de plume. Ouch.




When your star fell, you
held on too long, missed the earth
and landed in hell.

(From Deeplip's novella-in-verse, Unreqwerty'd Love: the story of belle and play.)