[Jeffrey]

bards! boasts! brawls!

There must be fifty ways to leave Uruk,
to set your sword in Dardanian stones,
point your prows west, cross endless wet whale-roads,
seek states made exotic by neon lights
and plastic wrappers scrawled with Phoenician
or Elven glyphs. Origins constrain us,
and words name us but cannot contain us
and birds cresting over hills decide kings,
and the goddess of the sun finds a cave
with a wireless interface, red ochre
on the walls, the sound of water falling.
There must be fifty ways to leave Starfleet,
scattering stardust to form soft spirals
as your sail and mast sail past Tannhäuser,
monolithic ebony gate where waits
the something beyond the something beyond
stellar walls, soft solar systems falling.
All these things constrain us too, all these myths,
this dark new yeshiva of works and days.
There must be fifty ways to leave Ida,
to make Albion a mere memory.
My child! There lies beyond the Western bounds
an island which an emerald sea surrounds,
by the dwerrow once possessed. Intersexed
as declension exceptions chart the course,
they now dwindle under poetry’s force,
unsaved by the graceful ways of logic.
Poet, farmer, settler, and sailor be,
settle not for the forkless path, my son.
There must be fifty ways to leave Spouter-Inn.
Let us begin. We’ll count them one by one.

[Role Modlin]

Very nice.

Good to see around these parts.

I miss you.

[beanbag]

your writing often makes me feel like i am not quite intelligent enough but i still really like to read it.

i guess a better way to put it might be that it makes me want to go back to school and learn more things. =)

[Thrash]

I echo both posts above me.

In fact, some of your literature inspired me to get more into ANE cosmogonies and other mythic stories.