No, I haven't Turned This into a Poetry Blog

Some of the fans have been wondering if this space is morphing into a poetry blog.  

Well, no.

Dude, it's April -  which is National Poetry Month.  I thought it would be a good excuse to dredge up some poems that have been rattling around in my "Unpublished Poetry folder."  (There are hundreds)

But after some cogitation,  I realize that it is a gross misuse of the Blog format to publish poetry.  As far as I can tell from the comments, there are only two real people who read this blog; the rest of you are no doubt robots and probably lack an appreciation for human angst. You might be thinking "Then, if no one reads it, who gives a shit whether you publish poetry on your stupid blog?" 

Well, gentle reader the answer is blowin' in the wind. You might as well ask,  "How many times must a man turn his head, and pretend he just cannot see...?"    Or you might ask, "If one is the loneliest number, why must I be a teenager in love...?"

And most importantly, "Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?" 

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXmsLe8t_gg

Are you back yet?  When I think of real poetry, such as Barry Mann's classic, I think why even bother?

So, yes, it's still a blog.  As in "web log."  A chronological series of entries published in reverse-diary format.  The most recent post is the first one displayed.  Thus, the Blog is an appropriate medium for evolving information, where the latest news or observation is an update  to previous information.  This works fine for news analysis, politics, epiphanies, great ideas, gossip, anecdotes about kids or pets, declarations, anything that is changing.   The lust for new information is central to the appeal of a blog to readers.

These days most of the blogs out there are just lists of new recipes, old religious declarations, timely political and philosophical screeds, tedious pompous punditry, shocking scurrilous salation, asymmetrical acrimonious alliteration, and bellicose bilious blow-hardery.  

No one reads blogs anymore.  The novelty is gone, except for wonks and choir members who need a daily fix of the same worn-out preaching.  Real people don't have time for words anymore.  Just post a picture, dude.  Give me a headline.  Boil it down to a quote.  

Well, it's time to wrap this edition up.  I have things to do and places to go.  Time to get out of my pajamas and brush my teeth. 

So, you gentle readers - both of you- have a nice day.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZr8iReEqMQ&nohtml5=False