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I used to waste sometimes fifteen minutes trying to think of a title before starting to write a post. There I am, raring to go, full of word, lots of high-pressure thought to sink, and what do I do? I blither about what I am going to call it.

IT DOES NOT NEED A NAME.

Somebody wrote- I know who, I just cannot recall his name; I will look it up- that unnamed poems are like unnamed children. I once fancied myself a poet, and immodestly admit that in high school I crafted several ouerves which did in fact not kill anyone. I was very proud of that.

A poem is, to me, a word. The title of the poem is how you say the word; the text of the poem is its definition. It is a formulation and subsequent concentration of meaning into a single capsule. It represents that thing I am trying to figure out how to say, If I can only figure out what it is that I am trying to say.

And blog posts are, for me, alike to poems in that respect of being a distillation of state of mind, boiled down and refined and ready for reader ingestion. So I feel their names are important. But it is better that they be nameless than unborn.

So is born another word.

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Included @ 1/08/2004 04:37:00 PM; And so on, etcetera, etcetera.

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