h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Posted Jun 21, 2000

MORS IABROCHII
by Augustus Arthur VansittartCoesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum
Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi:
Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu:
Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.

O fuge Iabrochium, sanguis meus! Ille recurvis
Unguibus, estque avidis dentibus ille minax.
Ububae fuge cautus avis vim, gnate! Neque unquam
Faedarpax contra te frumiosus eat!

Vorpali gladio iuvenis succingitur: hostis
Manxumus ad medium quaeritur usque diem:
Imanque via fesso sed plurima mente prementi,
Timtumie frondis suaserat umbra moram.

Consilia interdum stetit egnia mente revolvens:
At gravis in densa fronde susuffrus erat,
Spiculaque ex oculis iacientis flammea, tulscam
Per silvam venit burbur Iabrochii!

Vorpali, semel atque iterum collectus in ictum
Persnicuit gladio persnacuitque puer:
Deinde glaumphatus, spernens informe cadaver,
Horrendum monstri rettulit ipse caput.

Victor Iabbrochii, spoliis insignis opimis
Rursus in amplexus, o radiose, meos!
O frabiose dies! CALLO clamatque CALLA!
Vix potuit laetus chorticulare pater.

Coesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum
Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi:
Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu:
Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.

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Echoes dying unanswered

Posted Sep 30, 1999

Sounding off into the prevailing dark shadows.
Crying to the wind which new borns the sun.

A tear of glass glistens, hopeful on a black rose.
The smell of petals wafting in the chained brazier, burning, smoldering.

Crushed by the weight of time, chasm cracked and dusty.
In a fragile peace the eagle tears its fell carrion of swords, twisted and broken, without power.

Now the new time of dancing comes swiftly, as the summer thunder.

 

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Poetry...

Posted Jun 11, 1999

The black blood runs together, melting into forms on paper--in this world of starkness, black and harmless, glaring white.
Rivulets trickle until this page is filled with the stains of written words;
the debris from the explosion of my heart.

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Anyone For a Spot of Logic?

Posted Jun 2, 1999

Twisted, rather tangled logic, I admit, but it's still viable. Or is it? Come over and see my re-vamped Paradox article, and judge for yourself.

I'm hoping it might be an Entry eventually. What do you think?
Let me know, if you like. Let me know, if you don't like. Don't let me know if you don't not like. Etc...

This statement is a lie.
 

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Quite Obviously Nothing...

Posted May 29, 1999

That is, quite obviously I have nothing to say...

Oh well, someday I'll write more entries, and maybe even get another in the Guide. That is, if I had time...

Time is not of the essence, it is of the morning fog in the middle of July: it vanishes even before you know it exists, and also before the majority of people see it.

Some much for deep thought--unless you take my mind and toss it into a well....
 

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