Kathleen writes, poetry and other things, on her blog to a very high level, very often, and seems to do a lot more besides. Something I like is that she, like many, picks up Rilke's exhortation :You must change your life, and adds to it 'so that's what I keep doing', which is salutary. Epiphanies, enlightenments, revelations, lights on the road to Damascus, we can be in danger of hoping they'll happen and that'll be that, we'll be changed and fixed for good and all and never have to do it again. Which can lead to disappointment, not least when no archaic torsos of Apollo seem to speak quite like that to you. But changing is becoming, and you have to keep doing it.
Also on her blog was this. We all Google ourselves, now don't we? ( Or rather we Google our names, there is an ontological difference, I guess) But Kathleen's I Googled Myself prompted me to steal her idea and go into it a little further. As she found, it's ends up being quite a memento mori exercise. I heard somewhere that the dead no longer outnumber the living on the earth (which is fairly mind-boggling if true), but they still seem to on the internet, with the plethora of genealogy and related sites.
It's kind of variation on found poetry, I suppose. I like found poetry; it has something of the same appeal as land art and theatre of objects, of using what's there already and just arranging and presenting it in a new and interesting way, or decontextualising things so that they surprise us afresh. Perhaps it's in a spirit of reuse and recycle, a sense that already we have so much, too much, we don't need to clutter up the world making new things, but just play and make with what we have already, then let it wash away with the tide. Only of course that's what we do with language anyway.
It could become a meme, but nobody does memes these days, which I can't say I'm all that sorry about. I'm not sure I've got the blogging motivation for them any more, and they were sometimes a bit of a drag, and it always irked me a little that meme was a misnomer in the context, as well as being a concept of dubious scientific validity in the first place, from which the originator has, I gather, somewhat distanced himself. Furthermore I was never quite sure how to say the word. Mind you,being tagged in memes (which I did to others plenty of times) wasn't as irritating as those little awards you were supposed to cluttter up your sidebar with and pass on ...
I am turning into a grumpy old blogger. Here's my version of I Googled Myself.
I am not a school librarian in Illinois
(though if I were, I'd have been proud, to win that prize
for the medieval narrative project...)
I am not 93 years old and living in New Mexico.
I am not 20 years old in Arizona either,
nor am I really called Lucille,
though sometimes people heareabouts assume I am.
I don't live anywhere near Beverly Hills, and anyway
it isn't Compton with a C but Kempton with a K.
I am not and never was nor do I want to be
on Facebook, thank you.
The one in Cornwall is about my age
and lived with one man then two women,
(according to the electoral roll)
I wonder what's the story there,
and if the mining and construction company
in Brisbane, who employs the other as PA,
and also as the TMS controller (whatever that may be...)
has any links with Moly mines?
(The librarian, it seems, has not yet tweeted...)
I was not born in 1829,
I did not have a son on Christmas Day in 1830
who died, in infancy, on date unknown.
Mylife is happy to assist you on the quest...
(The libriaran does not do well in students' ratings, sad to say
but then only ten out of nearly two thousand kids turned up to vote,
and they were probably the ones she kicked out of the library for some good reason.
I wouldn't pay much heed to that if I were you, librarian!
Which, of course, I'm not...)
I am not a restaurant with a saucy name, at a race track in South Africa,
I am not a race track anywhere, in fact, although I sometimes say 'as in'
to help with spelling on the phone (this only works in English...)
I am not a member of Find a Grave but still I got distracted
browsing the yearly necrologies and posthumous reunions,
and strolling through the online cemetery.
I did not die in 1866.
I did not die in 1910,
I did not die in Wellington, New Zealand in 1931
beloved wife to Walter...
Find everything you need to know...
... if you have any information please e-mail...
... 13 birth records...
... join for just $12.95...
... 1 marriage record...
... has not joined any groups...
... 14 divorce records...
... full names, including maiden...
... 5 death records....
... wagon wheels carry me home.
Nearly a million and a half results, in point one seven of a second.
Everything you need to know...
(...Not gone from memory not gone from love but gone
to the heavenly home above...)
Everything you need to know
everything you need
(Moly mines is a company in Australia. Somehow or other people searching for it sometime fetch up on my Out with Mol blog, along with some who are looking for Malaysia On-line...)