I have some Gmail accounts to give away. They'll go to the top five original sonnets about love and blogging (must deal with both subjects in the same poem). Hit the comments section and show off your poetic prowess. Double points if you read it aloud and put it in a podcast.
I blogged my sonnet here.
How about next time making it a limerick? :)
Posted by: David Weinberger | February 14, 2005 at 09:54 AM
Sorry. I'm Japanese. I don't believe in Valentine's or sonnets, but here's a Haiku for you.
Bloggers love to fisk
Rathergate and Easongate
Kittens in our midst
Posted by: Joi Ito | February 14, 2005 at 11:36 AM
I'm an awful poet (can we have an essay contest next time?), and certainly no Berkman genius, but this did get me going. (It's a hat trick: blogging, love, and librarianship.) I also podcast it, on behalf of the 11% of the public who own MP3 players, according to today's Pew report.
Posted by: K.G. Schneider | February 14, 2005 at 12:17 PM
I wish I'd done something like Joi's "Kittens in the Mist" Haiku. Instead, I posted a sonnet here:
http://sandhill.typepad.com/sandhill_trek/2005/02/for_rebecca_a_v.html
Posted by: Frank Paynter | February 14, 2005 at 01:18 PM
Evolution
Oh blog, me, babe! Don't miss a word of it!
Many a blog has brought love to my door
Netted by sparkling poem, or flash of wit -
The chatroom kind, of course, and little more.
What need of tangled flesh on messy dates
The weight of expectation as it starts
Its gentle journey southwards, then abates?
The strain of those repeated broken hearts?
Love's old economy is gone for good
Desire is met through ethernet, our span
Is all the world by cable, though we should
Still try to be as sticky as we can.
But now I'm worried if your e-mail spells:
You only want me for my URLs?
Posted by: Luisetta | February 14, 2005 at 01:29 PM
Evolution
Oh blog, me, babe! Don't miss a word of it!
Many a blog has brought love to my door
Netted by sparkling poem, or flash of wit -
The chatroom kind, of course, and little more.
What need of tangled flesh on messy dates
The weight of expectation as it starts
Its gentle journey southwards, then abates?
The strain of those repeated broken hearts?
Love's old economy is gone for good
Desire is met through ethernet, our span
Is all the world by cable, though we should
Still try to be as sticky as we can.
But now I'm worried if your e-mail spells:
You only want me for my URLs?
Posted by: Luisetta | February 14, 2005 at 01:29 PM
Sorry to post that twice. I didn't think I had. And there's a comma in the first line that shouldn't be there (Oh blog!). Happy Valentine's Day. L xxxx
Posted by: Luisetta | February 14, 2005 at 01:35 PM
The recording isn't great, but that was the third attempt. :P
http://www.angelfire.com/ma3/mandarin/Evolution.mp3
Posted by: Luisetta | February 14, 2005 at 01:54 PM
Okay, it's more Lorenz Hart than Bill Shakespeare.
But it's still fourteen lines, and it rhymes (sort of) …
My bloggy valentine
'lectronic valentine
I fell for you from the start
Your lips are smackable.
They're so trackbackable.
They make me wish never to part.
Though your facts sometimes are wrong
And you go on a little long
Still I know that you belong
In my heart.
But … don’t change a word for me
It's so absurd to me
That we should have ever met this way,
Blogging on Valentine’s Day.
Posted by: Rodger Morrow | February 14, 2005 at 05:55 PM
Self Love and Blogging
When Narcissus first visited my blog,
He found reflected there a leftward lean,
And on that first post, he had to slog
Through turgid prose, common among the green
Bloggers who think everyone will love them.
Narcissus found himself and preened and cooed
And babbled about this or that new gem
Of thought, of a philosophy that wooed
All who found it. He cried when Google said
Nothing of this blog on its firstmost page;
He beat his chest when clicking more links led
Nowhere. He smashed his mirror and in a rage
Said "There is no love but my own for me;
No one will quote my words hence in history."
Posted by: John | February 14, 2005 at 07:00 PM