July 10, 2008
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ElectricPoetry Post: Two New Poems for July
“Bloggerel”
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
July 10, 2008 4:08 a.m. pdtFirst conversation
Words, explanations, understandings, conflicts
Language
Next writing
Cursive, cuneform, print, correspondence
Telephony
Substations, party lines, area codes
Then computers
Email, websites, search engines
And blogs
Self publishing, art distribution, criticism, comedy,
Recognition, comments, readership
Computer conversation
15 minutes of internet fame for some
Mammoth databases containing unread masterpieces
for others
Blogosphere
Millions of netizens
Daily questions and answers
Checking comments
Espousing wisdom and banality
Sometimes at the same time
Bloggerel
“The Cancerboy Diaries: Entry the Ninth”
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
July 10, 2008 4:17 a.m. pdtThe first years were the best
The hair didn’t fall out
Nauseating nihilism kept it’s distance
Nobody really could tell you were sick
I begged you then to come with me
On trips, to breakfast, somewhere
anywhere
The first few chemotherapies seemed okay
No problems that you couldn’t solve
I kept asking you to accompany me
to concerts, walking tours, hikes
And you kept interest
until the last minute
as usual
The last minute finally arrived
This year has been the worst
And doubtless the next few years
how ever many there are to be
will be worse and worse
and only memory will serve to show that
the first years were the bestNow
You’re wasting away
Only 130 pounds
Can’t eat, can’t sleep
Sometimes you can’t even keep your pills down
Fifth chemotherapy was
temporarily cancelled
because of the pain
The whites of the eyes become yellow!
The bile piled up
and couldn’t secrete
so a trip to Emergency for tests
showed a blockage
hopefully non cancerous
but at this point it might even be mootA stent alleviates the blockage
A respite from impending death
For the time being at leastA bowl by your side to
catch the cancerous spittle
as your stomach wars with you
You have to ask for trips
to the bank or the pharmacy
because you can hardly walk anymoreThe first years were the best
I hope you cherish those early years
before the emaciation advanced so badly
that it pains me to look at you now.We’re planning for the eventuality now
At last
As this year, the worst, passes into history
A pained history for the books
A partial history of soul wrenching agony
You are finalizing your estate
for your heirs
You are aware that
the best years have passed
and the worst is yet to come
but it’s pretty bad now
I will help you as much as I can
During this most difficult time in your short life
As long as it lasts.
NEWS AND NOTES: It’s been a while, even for me, since I last posted to the blog. I haven’t been visiting so am not expecting comments or interaction. I have written a couple of new poems, so I am presenting them here as usual. A few things are keeping me busy and off my home computer for a bit. 1.It’s been very busy at work. I’m always topping myself, even after 20 years on the job. In only five workdays, I’ve sent out 22 individual quotes. I also have tested quite a few panels and am keeping up with the design work. Because of all the recent activity, I am not blogging at work at all. When I come home, I’m pretty tired and usually watch a movie or two before bed. 2. My roommate Joel (Cancerboy) had to go to Emergency last week when he became jaundiced. He spent the 4th of July holiday weekend in the hospital. He came home on Monday. He had a stent (valve) put in his liver so that the bile can secrete. The poor guy is not doing okay at all. We thought the end was near for a bit there. 3. I’m awaiting word about the next step before my hip replacement replacement surgery is scheduled. 4. I’m not feeling too creative. Since my blog is where I “store” my “art and literature”, and I’m not creating any, I really don’t feel like blogging, either posting or visiting. 5. I installed a new 1 terabyte hard drive on my computer, and now I’m having problems with my sound card. Whenever I have problems with the puter, I don’t spend too much time on it till I can find a way to fix the problem. These things go in cycles, I’m not really “on hiatus” but I’m not really active either. Last entry I posted the Blogged.com link to see if anyone was interested in “writing a review” of my blog. Two of my readers complied, and I wish to give thanks to Maha (QweenCat ) and Lisa ( Ladyblue1 ) for your excellent ratings and reviews, but most of all for participating. MFN/ppf
Comments (18)
Michael,
Your way with words continues to inspire me, my friend. Keep writing!
BE blessed,
Steve :sunny:
Oh, I tend to comment when I can, whether or not someone has been visiting; if I waited for that, I guess I’d spend a lot less time at the computer!
I love the way you can translate your daily life into poetry. It is a gift that not everyone can do, or appreciate, but I think you make it very accessible.
I love the term “bloggerel” – I think it should go in a dictionary! In fact, this time I think I like the first poem best. At least until I look at the other poem again. : )
It sounds as though you are at a very difficult time right now, and still you manage to create. Kudos!
are you angry at the cancer patient in the second poem? That’s what I was getting.
i love the way you play with language in the first poem and i can’t begin to imagine how hard it is to see your roommate in that shape! my prayers go with you as you help him through this difficult time! it must be hard to help him plan for his death and to think of what the future holds for you once he’s gone!
@eadie - Dear Walter. I’m not angry at him for being sick, but the “Cancerboy:” poems have always exhibited a mixture of pity and disgust. Joel and I have lived together for 15 years.You can read my “reminiscence” about my friend and roommate Joel (Cancerboy) HERE and HERE. This is the ninth poem I’ve written chronicling the steady decline of his health since he was diagnosed with colon cancer in early 2004.
Netizens is such a fantastic word. I’ve never heard it before.
I’m sorry to hear that Joel is not doing well. Once again, my thoughts are with him!
Cancer isn’t easy. You capture that well– it’s a horrific part of life. I’m sorry to hear about your roommate’s decline.
Poor Cancer Boy
hey, can you review mine I think this is the link my site on blogged
Awwwwwww the poem about your buddy with the cancer was so touching
By the way I have car show pics on this week’s update!
Dear Mike,
In the first poem I enjoyed the sequence of communication and how it’s progressed & changed for so many. The second poem… Well, it just made me so sad. Such a description of the ravages of cancer. I watched my in-laws suffer in just this way. It’s difficult… I’m wishing you and Joel my best.
peace always,
Jane
As you said, these things come in cycles. I cannot imagine how difficult this time with Joel is and how it is draining you of much more than just your creativity. It will take time to ‘deal & heal’. Meanwhile, know that you both are prayed for and thought of…
I am sending positive energy on the hip surgery Michael! I know you are busy … we miss you
Pam
Dear Michael,
I totally understand how it is not to be able to blog often on here. I love stopping by here whenever I can whether you can leave me a comment or not. ((Hugs)) I totally understand.
That poem is a real tear jerker up there…… I’m so sorry for what your roommate is going through and for what you are going through as well. Y’all are in my thoughts..
Love you…
I have been reading your work long enough to know that you don’t take the health issues lightly. I hope he has more good nights than bad ones…and you have a remarkable recovery from your surgery.
Oh, Mike–I’m so glad your roommate has someone as caring and compassionate–yes, and funny–as you in his corner.
Take care of YOU while you are in the midst of all this, okay? Sounds like you have a lot on your plate.
I’ll keep you both in my prayers and I send love and lots of healing thoughts.
Gracie
Dear Mike,
I really loved those poems, but the second one really hit a note. My prayers and thoughts are with Joel, Dave, and you. You have a special way with words that is really profound. I love reading everything you write. :goodjob:
–Mia