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Hello my dear readers. It is time for another procrastination post. Hopefully these will come more frequently and shorter. I have purple ink on my left hand. Nerf herder. It is hard to concentrate when you do that. Life is going well with the Dude, but he is worried that, like Strong Bad, his imagination is broken/borkeded. Ok, i will be less stupid from here on out. I am worried about Soren Aabye Kierkegaard. He should have edited a bit more before he published. Or someone should have. Also I am thinking about Thomas Hardy's poem "The Convergence of the Twain: Lines on the Loss of the Titanic." Would you like to hear it?

I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.

III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls -- grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.

V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?". . .

VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her -- so gaily great --
A Shape of Ice, for the time fat and dissociate.

VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

IX
Alien they seemed to be:
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history.

X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one August event,

XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.

Wasn't that pleasant? In other news, the Anglo-Saxon poem form is making great headway in the category "poem forms that Dom will use in the near future."
I really like the novel Room With a View by E.M. Forster.
I am very happy because of something that happened a month ago. And I have a secret.