September 25th, 2015

white dress back

Thinking about Mike Ford

I was looking up a quotation from Mike Ford (John M. Ford on the covers of his books) and noticed that today is the anniversary of his death in 2006.

In his honor, one of my favorite poems of his:

“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.”


This entry was originally posted at http://wordweaverlynn.dreamwidth.org/646988.html. Please comment here if you want, or there using OpenID. Or send me a message via carrier pigeon or fortune cookie. I'm dying to hear from you.