What is it with these Googlers? As I understand it, a Google hit doesn’t register unless someone actually clicks through it to the page. So either hope springs eternal for someone devoted to self-bondage (I almost hate to type the words, for fear of another dozen hits on them), or else there is a whole community out there devoted to the pursuit. Or is "community" the wrong word for such a solitary pursuit? Or is there, perhaps, a different and more innocent meaning to the term, of which I dwell in entire ignorance?
I am very happy, on the other hand, to provide anyone who comes looking, with the words to Frost’s The Master Speed (lots of hits on that -- is it replacing Gibran for weddings?), or for other poems I may have quoted, or mention of singers like Stan Rogers or Mary Zikos or Ewan MacColl. I wish I could trace some of those people back along their path, since we clearly share some interests. If anyone wanted to connect, though, the guestbook is always there, so maybe this way is better. This way I just know I’ve fleetingly brushed paths with a kindred spirit. It’s good to know they’re out there, anyhow.
Posted by dichroic at June 19, 2001 02:31 PM