by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
I keep my love in a memory stick I hang about my neck
I plug her in to my PC and begin to hunt and peck
'Til she appears on my LCD full of life and charm
And reaches out to take a hold of my digital arm
Then off we fly where adventure lies beyond my keyboard, clicking
We change the colors of the skies and the fog there that is thickening
'Til at last we land were we began and type our sad farewell
And I put my love about my neck while she sleeps in memory cells.
copyright (c) 2007 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.
Huh?
Posted by: Angel | September 12, 2007 at 11:38 PM
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
SHIT IS BROWN
AND I HATE YOU
Posted by: Sn4x15 | September 13, 2007 at 12:41 AM
Please never post again.
Posted by: Observer | September 13, 2007 at 08:07 AM
*sits motionless for a moment, then punches his monitor*
Posted by: Heihachi Nakamichi | September 13, 2007 at 08:40 AM
Wow, first time in a while I've been speechless. :)
Posted by: FlipperPA Peregrine | September 13, 2007 at 10:19 AM
WEWT! My first first post! Heh
Anywho, thats a pretty cool little poem. Its to bad nobody has hacked up a "portable" version of SL, that we could just throw on a thumb drive. Although I guess SLeek is the next best thing...
Posted by: Zetaphor Tengu | September 13, 2007 at 11:14 AM
If you loose the memory stick, and get another...
Would that be cheating?
Posted by: Tangled Myth | September 13, 2007 at 11:56 AM
Excellent poetry... quite surprising to read that in the SL Herald, and seeing the previous comments, some of your reader deeply need more poetry...
Thanks Kris!
^_^
Posted by: DD Ra | September 13, 2007 at 12:20 PM
This is not poetry.
The meter is inconsistent, the subject is uninspiring AND often confusing (since when are computer-parts necklaces?) and it's just not any good.
Posted by: Candy Lemmon | September 13, 2007 at 01:08 PM
> since when are computer parts necklaces?
I've had my eye on these rhinestone memory stick necklaces from Japan for a while:
http://www.kilian-nakamura.com/blog-english/index.php/swarovski-rhinestone-usb-memory-stick-2gb-1gb-512mb-solid-alliance-estlat/
Posted by: pixeleen mistral | September 13, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Pixeleen--
I sit corrected. Computer-parts are jewelry after all.
(But the "poem" still really sucks.)
Posted by: Candy Lemmon | September 13, 2007 at 02:38 PM
Dear Kris,
Once again you touch my heart with the deapth of your poetry.
I have found that the accusers of this writing only prove
that they do not know poetry rules. You deffinately do.
I keep looking for more of your postings.
And thank you SL for this wonderful discovery.
Posted by: Xena | September 13, 2007 at 03:11 PM
That is awful. You couldn't even spell "where" correctly ("were," line 7). Who thought it was a good idea to print this piffle?
Posted by: B | September 13, 2007 at 03:16 PM
Fantstic as usual if the people that left the bad comments knew anything about poetry they would know this is great as usual.
Posted by: sweety Tsure | September 13, 2007 at 04:06 PM
"Who thought it was a good idea to print this piffle?"
Probably the same person that cleared a comment full of racist comments in the "SL is Indefensible" comments section.
Quality stuff.
Posted by: SqueezeOne Pow | September 13, 2007 at 04:07 PM
Well....
I'm not in the habit of commenting on my works that have been published here; however, things appear to be getting out of hand...so....
1. The jewelry: This is, in fact, a memory stick that hangs around my neck. I keep it under my shirt for the most part. It is a 2 gig memory stick with the U3 operating system on it and a full version of SL that I can run on almost any Windows XP computer.
2. 'Were' instead of 'where' is a typo.
3. The meter is iambic septameter with a wee bit of 'poetic license'; i.e., monotone word groupings such as 'on my', 'til I' and 'and I' are treated as one syllable when counting. I could have said 'thick'ning' instead of 'thickening'...but the extra syllable gives it a 'thickening' effect.
4. The 1st 4 lines symbolize the speaker in his anticipation as he tries to get into SL through the slow loading process, then at last taking his avatar form as he meets with his love. The last four lines indicate the speaker's mind seemingly entering his avatar, drifting away from the man at the keyboard and becoming one with the avatar within the scenario. The two avatars set the world to sunset and the colors change through the particle generated fog. Now notice the change of tone in the last 2 lines; before they log off she announces that she has fallen in love with another, leaving him with images saved to his memory stick and etched in his mind, symoblized by 'memory cells'.
5. Finally, the poem is very short, symbolizing what appears to be the average life of relatonships within SL.
-the author
Posted by: Kris Dibou | September 13, 2007 at 05:39 PM
Second Life is a fit subject for poetry only when the poem is a dirty limerick.
Posted by: Second Lulz Vigilante | September 13, 2007 at 06:03 PM
The fact that you had to explain your intentions only proves you didn't express yourself well in the first place.
I don't know what you meant by "monotone", but the word means a vocal pitch or tone without variation... something which isn't exactly appicable in written text. Poetry doesn't have to conform to any meter, iambic or otherwise, but if you are going to claim it does it really ought to - and the words "on my" and "and I" will never equal one syllable.
The rest of your explanations - it's short because SL relationships are, the story about the girl saying she's found someone else right before log-off, they're just not represented by the text. "Sad farewell" could mean any number of things, including just goodbye for the night. Honestly, understanding the background behind a poem has nothing to do with whether or not it's any good... and it really isn't.
I admit I sound mean, but I'm quite sick of crappy rhyming imitation poetry, and this post is all of the above.
Posted by: Candy Lemmon | September 13, 2007 at 06:24 PM
/me read what Kris says
Oh.
Now I see. Pity that wasn't clear on the first read.
Posted by: Angel | September 13, 2007 at 06:40 PM
art is all about opinions, and little to do with objectivity. this is especially true of poetry.
i am of the opinion that this poem is objectively awful.
Posted by: dannyboy lightfoot | September 13, 2007 at 06:41 PM
An hero.
Consider it.
Posted by: Jim Schack | September 13, 2007 at 06:46 PM
i keep my love on an HDD
she's always plugged in and sometimes turned on
her sleaze and sexual promiscuity
are not suited to romantic poetry
Posted by: like_ummm | September 13, 2007 at 06:53 PM
@like_ummm
Not quite a limerick but it definitely fits, so I sort of stand corrected.
Posted by: Second Lulz Vigilante | September 13, 2007 at 08:32 PM
I can identify with the authors sentiments in his poem, very touching to see another care and enjoy his relationship with another soul, so much so that he carries her close to his heart at all times.
As with most deep feelings in rl and in sl, its the tiny things we put our emotions into to symbolise our journey with others, like a ring or a locket.
The idea of the memory stick where his love resides,
to me is beautiful.
Posted by: R7 Rotaru | September 13, 2007 at 08:52 PM
i keep my love on a 3.5 inch floppy
i do not insert her into my PC
because it does not have a floppy drive
my floppy finds no expression
without insertion
Posted by: like_ummm | September 13, 2007 at 10:07 PM
I am a Linux user.
My cash is where I count it.
My love is in a memory stick
so now and then I mount it.
Posted by: shockwave yareach | September 14, 2007 at 09:55 AM
Cool Poem.
Here's some thoughts of mine to come out of reading this if you're interested.
http://www.rezyourmind.com/2007/09/beyond-memory-stick.html
Posted by: DJ Cure | September 14, 2007 at 10:35 AM
Here's some...
The internet rules
I can pretend to have sex
And not call her back
My girl and I fight
So I turn off the machine
Enjoy the silence
Maybe now's the time
For you to meet real girls
At least try some bars
It is truly sad
When we substitute people
For technology
I know that I'm mean
But my computer left me
So I'm projecting
...Haiku bitches!
Posted by: DaveOner | September 14, 2007 at 01:09 PM
omg... go read real poetry. this is fucking bullshit.
if you are pathetic enough to be inspired to wax poetic about SL, then you really, REALLY, need to turn off the computer and go shoot yourself in the fucking face.
Posted by: Ghengis_Khunt | September 19, 2007 at 10:22 AM
Who has a pathetic enough life to write a 'poem'
about a f**king memory stick?
Oh wait, you do.
Posted by: Joe | September 20, 2007 at 08:17 AM
"Who has a pathetic enough life to write a 'poem' about a f**king memory stick?"
I suppose anyone who has a pathetic enough life to write unsolicited reviews of poems about memory sticks. Oh wait, you wrote the review in the comment section of a blog! so you must be cool after all.
Posted by: urizenus | September 20, 2007 at 08:47 AM
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My penis is huge,
It touches my shoe.
Seriously, why is this news?
Posted by: At0m0 Beerbaum | September 20, 2007 at 10:02 AM