A post about nothing – feel free to comment about anything

This is just a sort of test, a placeholder, The idea was to replace a dead link in some other web pages with something that went somewhere. I was intending to update the previous post with more pretty pictures of high-density low-rise housing in North London but I can’t easily do that until I have reactivated my Flickr account and I can’t do that until the bank sends me a new card after having cancelled my last one because I naughtily spent lots of money I didn’t have. Even though it wasn’t really my fault. And the unpaid phone bills probably take precedence over Fickr, or even my intention to go to Glastonwick

But I hate to short-change my loyal readers (all both of them) with an entirely empty post, so here is a poem:

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days -
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

John M. (Mike) Ford

(Copied from Making Light )