Once upon a time, there was a simple blogger who liked to use the 'next blog' button. A lot. And yes, that blogger would, in fact, be me. One day on my push-button travels, I fell suddenly into a magical world of poetry. Sonnets, to be precise. They were not all equally beautiful, some were downright doggerel, but most were entrancing. Even the mediocre ones were charming.It was clear that I had stumbled upon something I shouldn't have. Hardly anyone had seen this blog, and no one had ever commented on a sonnet. Or so I thought. I made a comment on a particularly enticing rhyme, yet visiting again, I found my comment had been erased. This was a secret sonnet diary blog. I so wanted to link to this special universe - in fact, I believe I did link it, then repented almost immediately and took the link away. Who am I to be so indiscreet? And then, as so often happens with these things, I forgot about it for many months.
And then, this evening, the image of this page came back to me. Could I still remember the address? Did it still exist? Was it still maintained? Was it still so realistically sublime? I could, it did, it was, and most importantly, it was. But it is still a publicly published secret. Almost no one has seen it. No comment can be found on any post, though commenting is, in theory, permitted. It's a regularly updated conundrum.
A conundrum that I would like to share with the world, or at least with a few of my more poetically inclined fellows, and yet the whole point is that it is clearly not for sharing. I would like to comment, but I cannot bring myself to do it, knowing that it will disappear, like writing in milk. I would like to contact the poet, but I cannot, having but a pen name and no more.
Further proof for the lesson that life is full of secrets and intrigue. I know that there are things, both good and bad, big things to me, which I make a conscious decision not to talk about on blog. I'm sure that's true for most people who give information in public spaces such as this. And it would never occur to me to share someone's secrets, if I should be told them or find them out. Yet, a whole blog that is secret, that I feel conflicted over.
*photo info: Eloquence, in the assembly room of the Portuguese Parliament*
18 kommentarer:
Wow, what a mystery!
I can see that secret-blog-poet wearing a mask and writing his/her poems with a feather, with curtains blowing in the wind and a storm outside...wait, this is a Meat Loaf video! lol I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.
I'd feel really sad if someone had deleted my comment, but it makes me wonder why comments are so prohibited there...
Who wouldn't want just a tiny bit of appreciation?
A secret blog! And of poetry nontheless. At first I was tempted to hunt this one down but strangley for some reason I will let it lie. Just knowing it is there is enough for now.
I have oft wanted to go back and delete posts from my own blog thinking that should never have been put up there, then I think no, it was posted for a reason at a certain time. Some comments I have thought about getting rid of but then someone has taken the time to not only read my dribblings but also the effort to respond.
Raises many questions about blog etiquette . . . Its just not cricket chaps, what?
That's quite fascinating. I've heard of anonymous blogs, but never of secret blogs. The mind boggles as to why someone would publish something on the web only to try and keep it hidden and secret. I tend to be one to say "whatever floats your boat", but here I have to wonder whether it's proper to acknowledge that the boat exists...
Huh.
BTW, the new year is treating me just fine so far. Thanks for asking. I hope it's being kind to you as well.
the truth is the web is so vast, one can feel secure in its anonymity, but the security is no bigger than a locked diary in a drawer. Someone may always find you. And i think, this is what we all hope for, secretly or not.
I liked Chloe's take on it. I do not really share my blog with family. My husband knows about it as do my children but I just don't share the link with my family. I haven't figured out why yet.
I have stumbled across a secret blog too. When I made a comment. they deleted the blog. I felt awful.
if it was meant to be secret, they wouldn't have posted it online. I've had friends, FRIENDS delete my comments from their blog, ashamed to admit knowing me to the other people in their lives who don't know they are friends with a kook such as I.
Fuck 'em, sez I. Since then, I have been increasingly indifferent to this former-friend, figuring that if i am not good enough for them, they are a second-class lump of tissue to me and deserve only marginal courtesy.
share the link already!
I am dying to know the url.
I don't tell many people about my blog but I know that what I put on there gets read--sometimes by people I actually know personally, which is why there is little poetry and personal ruminations--but if I had a secret blog of super personal things I would so want people to read it and just never know who I am. In fact I have been for some time considering getting another email account in order to do just that.
Please send the link! I'll never admit you did!
Oooooh, a secret blog, I like that! But if the poet really wanted to keep it secret couldn't he or she have made it a private blog? Also, I wonder why the poet prefers to erase the comments rather than just use the "disable comment" feature that blogger provides. Very intriguing this.
now you are keeping someones else secrete.. Exciting? Scary? What's the feeling?
Maybe those poems are meant to someone special and the comments are erased to creat that "only for you" illusion...
Can you email the person and ask? Mine is private (as you know) but I'm relatively lenient as to who I let in. :)
I would very much like this
blog address if you ever feel
like e-mailing it to me...
you see, deep down i think
we all want a "witness"
if only for a whisper of
a breath - before we
disappear like invisible ink...
:)
The author is probably receiving the comments as email - so s/he doesn't have to give out an email address - then deleting them, as private post. Don't you think? And yes, I'd very much like the link, if you'd share it. I've read all of Shakespeare's sonnet, and a few others, but none new-composed!
Perhaps they want to know what people have to say--and who is saying it--but don't want the remark to stay on the site for other's to read.
The whole point of having a blog is you can have people comment and remain anon at the same time, so that is quite weird
Weird part of modern life is the illusion that life is public and communal -- and it is, to large extent -- but the private and secret is at the core of it. It's easy not to notice it. H.P. Lovecraft, baby.
It's all so romantic!!! What a find, really, because so many times Blogs aren't regularly updated.
I'm jealous. ;-)
Thank you all for your ideas...there is no contact info on the blog, so I can't contact the author. I may try to write a comment as a sonnet and see how that works...I'll post again if it works!
soo.. true .. me too hv just landed on some blog to notice life interpreted so well in words..
that makes blog reading/writing/commenting all the more interesting.. isnt it?
/Yuva
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