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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0381 Spider on the Web</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">so here I am, sitting here, as I write to you, <br>half of me thinking about poetry and everything, <br>half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC, <br>you're not married to the thing or are you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when a brown spider, all of a centimeter across<br>is suddenly there in front of me on the PC's shelf, <br>stopped sideways as if reflecting (?) as a poet should; <br>and having gained my attention, and<br>banished all this mindstuff with the tiniest of miracles, <br>requires of me, I think, that I respond to it: <br>it's brown on top, delineated by the neatest line of darker brown<br>with white below, as if carries its own ghost underslung<br>in some metaphysical memento mori like<br>a poem by John Donne; memento mori too<br>to the mind that automates those slightly crepey hands <br>that busily misspell this communique from the ground<br>of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now, that required of me, <br>it sets off along the edge of the shelf, and<br>going left, the second back of its four left legs<br>like some ballerina-explorer, <br>extended over and down the edge with delicate, sensitive, <br>confident grace; and having reached and turned the corner, <br>goes down, then has a change of mind (?) : <br>that tiny computer, provided by that enterprise called Nature<br>has had what we might call a thought...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now its pace has accelerated, as if<br>some anxiety afflicts it; as if<br>there's somewhere else now that it should be, <br>and I am pathetically, uselessly<br>disturbed, concerned...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for what am I to the world<br>and world to me, <br>if I know so so little<br>about these little things; <br>so vague<br>about the great?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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half of me thinking about poetry and everything, 
half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC, 
you're not married to the thing or are you

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