The Spider and the Television Screen

First of all, it is important to the imagery that this took place on an old television screen, not a flat-screen.

This began as a facebook coment, on a Charlotte’s Web post. It became my favorite poem I have ever written, I dare say. (I call it a poem, at least; I realize that it is a “prose poem,” but I still call it a poem). It is an odd one, I own; but I am not embarrassed, even if I should be. (It is certainly easier not to be embarrassed when no one knows who you are though. Haha).

Written 7-12-16 —

It’s funny how he [EB White, the writer off Charlotte] is interested in spiders. Reminds me of Wuthering Heights – how Emily Bronte, thru Lockwood, was surmising what type of person is interested in spiders. I killed one today, crawling down my TV. A fresh, new, stumbling thing. I wondered, after i did it, if other spiders had been watching – their knowing, beady-black eyes shining – from the walls’ crevices as i approached with the napkin to smash him. I didn’t want to; it looked so innocently curious, as if fascinated by the thick smooth glass, (and most likely staticy – how the old TV screens got). I hope all spiders go to Heaven! – as all dogs do. There it may crawl upon that fascinating, static-y glass: forever! Or for as long as its little mind is in relish of it. And then Zip away – up – upon a thread of sliding silk, into a rolling static-y sea of serenity.

version 2: It’s funny how he is interested in spiders. Reminds me of Wuthering Heights – how Emily Bronte, thru Lockwood, was surmising what type of person is interested in spiders. I killed one today, crawling down my TV. A fresh, new, stumbling thing. I didnt want to; it looked so innocently curious, as if fascinated by the thick, smooth (and most likely staticy) glass. I hope all spiders go to Heaven, as all dogs do. THERE it may crawl upon that fascinating, static-y glass – for as long as its little mind is in relish of it – beneath its wobbly limbs. And then? Zip away – up! – upon a thread of sliding silk, into a rolling sea of serenity.

last version: It’s funny how he is interested in spiders. Reminds me of Wuthering Heights – how Emily Bronte, thru Lockwood, was surmising what type of person is interested in spiders. I killed one today, crawling down my TV. A tiny, new, stumbling thing. I didnt want to; it looked so innocently curious, as if fascinated by the thick, smooth (and most likely staticy) glass. I hope all spiders go to Heaven, as all dogs do. THERE it may work out how to walk upon that fascinating, static-y glass for as long as its little mind is in relish of it. And then? Zip away – up! – upon a thread of sliding silk, into a rolling sea of serenity.

I share this for the same reasons as ever – to hopefully amuse, delight, or interest my reader. The purpose of the different versions was mostly just me personally trying to work the poem, and make it better. I certainly don’t think I did improve it for this one, which is pretty reassuring to know that, as humans, we have a wonderful capability to construct, with words, a beautiful poem that captures the sublimity of the thought that inspired and moved us; and to apply technique, learning, “skill” (not that I claim to have said poetry skill) is to tamper with that capacity – and with the poem, the product. (I explained that horribly). At any rate, you can ignore the second two versions. Certainly you can the last version. The first one is, indeed, the best. … I just may edit it, creating new versions, soon. I believe it will be better than the first one here, (and certainly better than the second and third). I have already made a couple edits today to this over-a-year-old poem; and I think they are good ones. Anyhow, reader, don’t mind me. I do not want to confuse or complicate what is – I reiterate, truly – my favorite (and maybe my best) poem ever. … O! I am so thankful to you if you read it and admire it at all.

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