July 10, 2008

  • ElectricPoetry Post: Two New Poems for July

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     “Bloggerel”
    Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
    July 10, 2008 4:08 a.m. pdt

    First 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. pdt

    The 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 best

    Now
    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 moot

    A stent alleviates the blockage
    A respite from impending death
    For the time being at least

    A 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 anymore

    The 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. :(

  • 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

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