See, when I named this blog The Dust Forms Words, what I thought I was referring to was the way that meaning can arise from apparently random interactions in complex systems, which seemed to go well with a gaming blog. But I've just been digging through some very old writing journal files in the depths of my hard drive, and it turns out that I was instead remembering the phrase from the following scrap of poetry that I wrote some many years ago:
Coming late to mortalityWhich I suppose just goes to show how one can't trust one's memory.
I found I had no friends there.
These desperate happy people
burn their bonfires, and I
like a ragged moth,
stalk their edges.
I have half a lifetime
The dust forms words;
our fingertips trace their secret names
and all of them are Sorrow.
3 comments:
Of course the trick in interpreting the meaning of apparently random complex systems is being able to seperate the signal from the noise - or at least to have fun doing so. ;)
Best wishes!
I seem to remember this line from a Zork game or some such. I thought for sure this was where you got the title from. But Google is failing to turn up anything for me.
Nope, pretty sure I never saw it in Zork. Maybe it was in an early beta release and then got eaten by a grue.
(Dagnabbit, I'm running out of grue-related jokes. I may have to stop referencing Zork.)
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