Saturday, January 31, 2015

In the public domain

Be prepared for reflections on the prolific author Anon and the equally prolific Ibid.  My beloved was sure for years, having encountered Ibid in the footnotes of a book on pirates, that Ibid knew more than anyone else about pirates. This morning he reminds me of Op Cit, the equally prolific partner of Ibid.  At least those things In the public domain roam free.

It seems to mean
No one will rise from the dead,
Haunt the perpetrator,
The one who dares to print
Reprint
Post
These words,
This poem.
This written thing
Could be scrawled in the sand
On the beach
Of a desert island
For planes flying overhead.
This could be spoken
In a speech to thousands.
There will be no one
To claim the words,
Only people
To listen,
Only people
To read.
These words in the public domain
Have found their freedom
To appear
Wherever they wish.

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