“John Keats, Asked to Type in a Word Verification, Fears That He May Cease to Be” by Chuck Rybak

Last Thursday Chuck Rybak, a colleague from UWGB, read some of his poetry at the St. Norbert College English Discipline’s literary awards event. His poetry was wonderful: honestly attentive to the small realities of adult life, and often genuinely funny—which is not a phrase we get to apply to poetry often enough.

One of Chuck’s poems, however, stood out as something the digital humanities community would enjoy. It’s a remix of John Keats using CAPTCHA words. The result is absurd but funny and oddly insightful into our lives on the web. I asked Chuck if I could share it, and he generously sent it to me and said to consider it “open source.”

I hope you enjoy as much as I did:

John Keats, Asked to Type in a Word Verification, Fears That He May Cease to Be

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before I’ve typed doedwat or sesessto,
Before high-plahsi closps, in preaderi,
Hold like rich cuchcomb the full mittaloo;
When I behold, upon the hork’s starred bushmer,
Huge woresmick caties of a high grubnit,
And think that I may never live to kaxber
Their mearshmee, with the nullfu hand of squilt;
And when I feel, fair saphan of a fuggi,
That I shall never boxynalp thee more,
Never have cocta in the valoggi
Of vocutebob love—then on the splnor
Of the wide whiza I stand oovicks, and think,
Till flesh and blood to cursorness do sink.

Chuck Rybak |1136 Hill Drive | Oneida, WI 54155 | rybakc@uwgb.edu

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