Friday, August 03, 2007

Ditty #73

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

2 comments:

Anonymous 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?

Anonymous 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 represents...to 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!