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Hey Alfie
11:42 PM, Friday, March 28, 2008
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I'm still waiting for an answer.
Here's a poem by another poster on another site I visit. Actually an ex-poster, so I can't even write to ask her permission, so I hope it's ok with her.
It haunts me.
End Game by 'Oulama'
After a time all losses are the same
One more thing lost is one thing less to lose;
And we go naked at last the way we came.
Though we shall probe, time and again, our shame,
Who lack the wit to keep or to refuse,
After a time all losses are the same.
No wit, no luck can beat a losing game;
Good fortune is a reassuring ruse
And we go naked at last the way we came.
Rage as we will for what we think to claim,
Nothing so much as this bare thought subdues;
After a time all losses are the same.
The sense of treachery - the want, the blame -
Goes in the end, whether or not we choose,
And we go naked at last the way we came.
So we, who would go raging, will go tame
When what we have we can no longer use;
After a time all losses are the same;
And we go naked at last the way we came.
One more thing lost is one thing less to lose;
And we go naked at last the way we came.
Though we shall probe, time and again, our shame,
Who lack the wit to keep or to refuse,
After a time all losses are the same.
No wit, no luck can beat a losing game;
Good fortune is a reassuring ruse
And we go naked at last the way we came.
Rage as we will for what we think to claim,
Nothing so much as this bare thought subdues;
After a time all losses are the same.
The sense of treachery - the want, the blame -
Goes in the end, whether or not we choose,
And we go naked at last the way we came.
So we, who would go raging, will go tame
When what we have we can no longer use;
After a time all losses are the same;
And we go naked at last the way we came.
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1:21 AM, Monday, March 31, 2008 .. Posted by harrygilwoodwho needs to get out more, smell the sea, feel the wind in their face, hug a loved one, be reckless, rock up drunk in a kebab shop and ask to see their health and safety certificate
I know that darkness, thats the darkness when there is no joy.
Or too much red wine
Either, or.
Sometimes...
7:51 AM, Monday, March 31, 2008 .. Posted by ps...it's easier said than done! Actually I think she was trying to put the alternative view to Dylan Thomas - hence the references and the same structure (a Vilanelle). Still powerful though.
Plagiarism
9:50 PM, Monday, July 14, 2008 .. Posted by AnonymousDon't worry about getting permission from "Oulama" - (s)he was just a very nasty troll and a serial plagiarist. The original of this poem was written by Catherine Davis and called "After a time". Oulama only changed one word of it.
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