I was going through my computer folders and I rediscovered this found poem hidden amongst my asemic works. I guess the failure of the search engine to recognise its function sufficiently amused me at the time.
And isn’t the idea of searching so appropriate at this time of year (Christmas presents, getting out the decorations, considering what was 2011, etc.) – I had a chuckle at this Thanks for posting, Orchid.
Sounds like Search is having a mental breakdown, unable to cope, protecting himself with the shallow irony of inverted commas. God knows how he’ll cope with New Year’s Eve. Perhaps make a resolution to find himself, after all.
And isn’t the idea of searching so appropriate at this time of year (Christmas presents, getting out the decorations, considering what was 2011, etc.) – I had a chuckle at this
Thanks for posting, Orchid.
Thanks Elizabeth! I know it’s not exactly a Xmas poem – I guess I am in denial that it’s the season!
It’s funny not least because computers should be able to handle recursive functions perfectly well… Merry Xmas, Orchid!
Thanks Tim, same to you!
Denial works for me.
Especially when it raises a
Best wishes for the holiday season and the New Year .
Thanks Alicia! Happy holidays!
Sounds like Search is having a mental breakdown, unable to cope, protecting himself with the shallow irony of inverted commas. God knows how he’ll cope with New Year’s Eve. Perhaps make a resolution to find himself, after all.
I enjoyed this.