InsaneJournal

Current mood:

tired

Today is the Day
When some of us are not patronizing Livejournal.

I feel a bit as if I've come here for methadone, but never mind that. In the grand tradition of how I journal, and on the theme of why I bother to journal (and hence why the policies and actions of my journal's host matter to me), here's a poem, this one by John M. Ford.

Against Entropy

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days—
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

—John M. Ford