Comment 1 of 2, added on May 23rd, 2005 at 5:43 PM.

It is always good to see a library in a poem. One thinks...tell them to
read Borges and the Babel....
or one thinks...read this:


A Critique:

The writings he found were elaborate representations of the several named
white stones and those few remaining articles indicating their one time
existence, and proved nothing more than that he himself was a ghost. Not
just an ordinary ghost but one whose initial substrate was a gaseous
substance called Hubris. After spending almost a quarter of a century on
the didactic reasoning and the true form of the artifactual script he
realized that it could have been hailed in seven minutes and thirty one
seconds. In five sentences complete with footnotes, addendums and epilogue,
epilogues if you counted the binary and optional theorem recently
constructed by the Allied Acamadecians. The Acamadecians whom were employed
by a structure representing a Monarchy and Parliment, felt strongly enough
about the need to expose the texts, however the council of Brilliant
Editors prevailed in obscuring the intermittent details: words like 'a' and
'which' in order to present something more stimulating to the large crowd
which gathered every day in the brilliant noon sunshine in order to collect
discarded clothes and chemicals left over from the expungement of the royal
households, three in total (households not propagandas).

After doing this, Borges crept into his dingy rooms and fell to sleep to
dream it out of context and in perfect order.

Margaret Ruth Porter from Lebanon