"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Never Again
I have made my exit from playing a poet with an altered persona. It was a fascinating experience on one hand, and unsettling on the other. There were people who actually thought I was for real, or they forgot I was role playing.
I was shocked when someone actually confessed losing sleep on what I wrote. I had to leave the poetry site before some one post a suicide note because of my writing.
no doubt, you're a good poet. ^^
ReplyDeleteI was shocked when someone actually confessed losing sleep on what I wrote. I had to leave the poetry site before some one post a suicide note because of my writing.
ReplyDeletear?? what did u write?
ReplyDeleteSlowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch....
ReplyDeleteI will tell you, my lovely. I trust you will not breath a word to the living? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........