Variations on a Meme. A poor one, I'm sure. But I am risking it because life is becoming meaningless and what do I have to lose. I know what what a meme is but have no feel for it. At least to make them up myself. I am no doubt deficient in some way. I still seem to have have a sense-of-humor with all my f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact. I'm still not sure what is an approved source. I seem to recall restrictions of some sort. Woe is me!
Oh come on, laffite. Snap out of it. Haven't you read Wordsworth? Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Oh yeah, forgot about that one.
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P.S. Pedantry Alert and Pop Quiz. I made a literary allusion above that might be very obscure to some. It you are not an avid reader and/or below the age of 55, forget it.
P.P.S I read that poem recently at an amateur poetry reading group. The Last lines of a sonnet entitled "The World Is Too Much With Us." Reading those lines to an appreciative audience is inspiring, a short but thrilling little ride. I am so moved, and with my delivery not the cause.
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