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HTML Poetry From The Past A story about html poetry from the past, and how it can practically come back to haunt you later ...

Gee.

A long, long time ago, and I can still remember, how that music used to make me cry ...

Wait a minute, that went off on the wrong track there.

Let's try again.

A long, long time ago, in 1998 or thereabouts, I got very fond of writing html poetry.

What that is is to include in the source code of a page something that is <!-- Commented --> out, so that it can't be seen by the visitors who browse the page, but you can see it if you look at the source code, the html of the page.

Tonight, February 17th, 2006, I was lazily glancing through the stats on StarFields.org and found in the "one view" section way in the dungeons of the statistics, a reference to a page I don't remember, but I must have put it there at some time, around 1997 or so.

Curiously, I looked at it, and it refers to a product we don't even have anymore, with links that have long since ceased to exist.

I thought I'd put a redirect on it, seeing that someone, somewhere must still have a link to it (else it wouldn't have appeared on the stats) when I found the following poem in the html.

Talk about a message from a past self across time ...

And in case you're wondering. Just trust me when I say that I couldn't make up this stuff if I tried!


Well here it is.


FWIW

SFX



Turn around

I wish you would
enter the dream
and know it, from deep within
and recognise it,
well of course you do!

That's why your sadness,
that's why your loss,
you turned around
and turned your back
on that creation where
you knew the stars by name.

But you can now remember
and you can know
that all is still
and waiting for you
silently,
with compassion
and with that enfolding
you have yearned for
in the arid dryness
of your days.


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