
I recently came across this while looking for something else. It refers to a message list I used to belong to, CREWT-L, an enormous creative writing list ran out of the (I believe) University of Missouri. I was in digest mode but it was nearly impossible to keep up, and when I read this it reminded me of trying to catch up with the flist when I've taken a few days off of LJ.
Originally posted on CREWT-L.
The Digester
Whose words are these I think I know?
He posted them a week ago;
And what of her words over there—
They’ll wonder why I shun them so.
My in-digestion grows and grows
‘cause I am swamped in mounds of prose
And soon I’ll be a week behind!
How I’ll catch up, Heaven knows.
And so I plunge on, trying hard
To read and think and avoid canards
But now and then one slips right through
And I am hoist on my own petard.
These threads are lovely, dark and deep,
And I would really like some sleep,
But I must read on before I count those sheep,
Eliminating before I count those sheep.
—PJ Thompson
April 21, 1995
(with extreme apologies to Robert Frost)