Better at Spam

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I suppose people who regularly read my blog (both of you) will be expecting a great exposé of my recent stay in hospital and my ‘near death experiences’…..  well that’s what I logged on for …… and perhaps my usual writings in themselves are spam….  but,

…. and then I logged on and found my web site had been hit by over 250 spam messages and my in box had over 400 emails emails…..   (not withstanding this shitting me off I did get a real bargain on a penis enlarger and I am currently speaking to a manager from a bank who has this lost inheritance….  but more on that later….)

I wanted to write something profound about death and life and the above just made me think perhaps most of our lives are ‘spam’…. and I don’t mean the canned meat!

Spam is defined by the font of all knowledge, Google as:

spam

noun
irrelevant or unsolicited messages sent over the Internet, typically to a large number of users, for the purposes of advertising, phishing, spreading malware, etc.


TRADEMARK
a tinned meat product made mainly from ham

verb
send the same message indiscriminately to (a large number of Internet users).

I am glad the definition included the tinned variety as in fact this is where the origin of the word spam for electronic spam comes from – disgusting and fascinating at the same time – I’ll let you research that yourself!

So, how do I get fascinated with spam after having a brain aneurism – well I actually don’t but that is what permeates our lives and appears to be the main motivator for most things we do.  Surely most of the time we are being spammed either by the advertisers, the government and the alleged news services and of course the Merchants of Misery which is anyone associated with the Media.  Are we living OUR life.

I kept a little journal which started a few days after I got out of intensive care (thanks to my sister Cheryl who flew in from Perth to assist in my care – she knows me and knows I love to write – so be warned the ramblings of a post op heavily drugged and medicated muse will be filling my upcoming posts…!!!) and in this little journal one day I wrote….
Afterglow of tragedy,
Fades in direct comparison to the minute by minute
Requirement to deal with the mundane.
It is a strange realisation when you face tragedy that the world actually goes on – mostly unmoved, unconcerned and definitely it is not going to give you any special consideration for you troubles.

But, of course this has always happened;  it is just in the moment that it happens to you that you often notice for the first time – but, this too fades as…… you guessed it, ‘life goes on’.   …… and you do to…..  but, really is it the same?

I wrote a fair bit during my hospital stay and I have been asked to not publish it here as someone actually thinks it might be better than a series of drug induced ramblings….  but if not now, when, for who and most of all why?   So dead friends, now and in the future, I remember you, and us, and me…..

DEAD FRIENDS

Is it the wrong end of life
It it the end or just a new pace and place

Are these old friends
Or dead friends
Or just the new normal and the now of our life

Funerals are not sad now
The food is better now
The company seems more important now

Are these the same friends
Are they from when life was different
When it was serious
And we were serious
Are we in the wrong place

Are the unsaid things now said
Undone is now never
And what’s more not regretted
Or required
Or missed

I am still here
You are still here
We are still here
Do we notice
Handshakes
Next time, maybe me or you

I don’t think we notice.

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