Friday, August 03, 2007

Ditty #73

Can any guilt be so sublime
as that of the thief of another man's time?


Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Methoughts at rhyme,
that thief of time,
(for the thief that lives,
in the slinger of ink)
Tis ink then induged the writer's crime?

Standifer Evasto Visum said...

Xavie: the more I read these abbreviated works the more I like them, and at once fear them.

For, you see, I fear that cognitive box that true brevity pick up pen and decide rather than bleed liberal and profuse to rather "hold that thought" - this I believe the essesnce of cognitive art.

So let us retire to our cognitive box and there forge us a symbol of the cognitive craft - a giant white mallard quill utterly devoid of ink! This be forever the sign of the cognitive craft!