Once upon a time, when MySpace
was the best place in the world
for meeting other poets, devouring
each other’s luscious words,
Rob Chrysler (he’s dead now)
posted as a joke an ad for auditions
of potential porn stars for a movie.
We poets responded with wicked
written auditions, all hilarious.
I signed mine ‘The Passionate Crone’
(being well past tender years).
It caused universal delight.
Some of them called me that
for a long time after … until
MySpace died (killed off) and most
migrated to facebook, which has its uses
but isn’t the same. (Did, er, Someone
pay the assassins, I wonder now.)
I made me another poetry blog
out in the wide-world blogosphere,
calling it, of course, The Passionate Crone.
Recently it developed a mind of its own,
became intractable. Nothing fixed it.
Was it just getting old and creaky? Am I?
Might this be a sign from the Universe? (I know
I’m too old to flaunt it, but can’t I even joke?)
It’s now an archive. All things end.
My new blog is much more dignified.
I'm also linking this to The Tuesday Platform for 14 August 2018, at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
I'm also linking this to The Tuesday Platform for 14 August 2018, at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
Technology. Can't live with it, can't shoot it. Or something like that!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to know you here in these interwebs, P.C. :)
Likewise!
DeleteWherever you post, you are ALWAYS The Passionate Crone! This poem made me smile. Big time.
ReplyDeleteGood! It was meant to. (Though I am also a little sad to think of the various deaths.)
DeleteSigh this poem touched me deeply! I can relate to the feeling of being attached to a certain space and surrounding.. we put a little bit of our souls there I believe .. we find ourselves in others who share our passion.. and then to bear its loss.. can be too much sometimes .. leaving us to relocate and carry on.
ReplyDeleteYou will always hold a special place in my heart Rosemary and I ll be there no matter where you write and post 💞 (it's merely technological problems I guess) don't worry ..and girl if you can't flaunt it I don't know who can!💞😘
Oh, I love being called 'girl' – now that I am such an old girl, lol.
DeleteAnd I was "Jim" there and I'm still Jim here and on FB. actually I was on Blogspot in 2005, a little before I developed MySpace.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't think you will ever be too old to flaunt and joke.
:-)
I started on both MySpace and Blogger in 2006. A little bit of poetic licence here. I was actually on Blogger first, as SnakyPoet (which became also my twitter handle and MySpace name). But SnakyPoet long ago became a personal blog, when I decided I needed a separate one for poetry. I don't use it or twitter much any more, but I was known as SnakyPoet long before Passionate Crone.
DeleteSometimes the blog is Scrambled, Not Fried; sometimes the blogger.
ReplyDeleteA mysterious remark ... and then I saw your poem.
DeleteI am most grateful to all the spaces, and I have occupied many in the last decade, which afforded me the opportunity to grow as a writer and to meet the most amazing poets, whom I count among my dearest friends.
ReplyDeleteYes, so wonderful to become part of his international family of amazing poets!
DeleteThat it is! Great writing you really raised a smile
ReplyDeleteWhen I see updates from Enheduanna's Daughter, heck even when I'm here and when I see your words elsewhere, my head always sees The Passionate Crone. You are passion that has lived and now dances with all the secrets. So, even if the name changes, your energy keeps on singing the yumminess... in very dignified ways, of course. 😊
ReplyDelete'You are passion that has lived and now dances with all the secrets.' How I love this remark – poetic in itself! I am going to have to adopt it as a slogan. (Smile.)
DeleteAh, this is so resonant given the nature of our technological age. We are moving on all the time, leaving our traces behind in so many places we once cherished. As melancholic is the nature of putting something to archive (personal histories, blogs, et al.), there's some comfort in knowing that it may after all herald a fresh beginning of its own kind.
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely to revisit our own stories. I certainly enjoyed this tidbit about your journey.
-HA
Ha! You are always the Passionate Crime. Being past my tender years and still a tree climbing scamp (hey that's a name for me!) I totally relate. I am old(er) but parts of me ate still alive and kicking. I love the origins of your blog name. 💖
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your typo here: Passionate Crime, LOL. Sometimes the gremlins are inspired!
DeleteI think Enheduanna had lined you up for this - but crone or not, the passionate remains and comes through loud and clear
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to think that about Enheduanna; and to know that about me. Thank you!
DeleteAnd yet your passion endures!
ReplyDeleteSomewhere out there, my own MySpace account must be gathering the barnacles of spam that all passed over sites share. So it goes.