Click
Click. – Smiles
Click. – Good morning.
Click. – Pining.
Click. – Yes.
Click. – No, no, no!
Click. – Ohhhhh ok.
Click. – Why?!
Click. – Thank you.
Click. – Yearning.
Click. – Hello.
Click. – Humph.
Click. – Frustration.
Click. – Night-night.
Click. – Love.
Click. – Look at this.
Click. – Agony.
Click. – Laughing.
No click. – Ok.
No click. …
No click. – Missing
No click. – Where?
No click. – CLICK.
No click – …
No click. – Oh…I see.
Click. …Yes!
Click. – Sheesh.
Click. – Phew.
Click. – Assuaged.
Click. – Smiles.
Click, click, click…
Click.
I think we’ve clicked.
Tags – Minimalist comms, To me to you to you to me finger-clicking good, Morse Codex, Or textural manoeuvres in the dark, Silent Running, Wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany And he holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his hand, Jiminy Clicket, “Last time I checked, the digital universe was expanding at the rate of five trillion bits per second in storage and two trillion transistors per second on the processing side”. -George Dyson, Hooked on the internet? Help is only a click away!, knock, ring, click, esp,
Click. – I like it.
Click. …
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I am honoured to receive one sir. Thank you – bows and curtsies.
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This is wonderfully poignant and evocative, perhaps especially for one such as me who spends so much time clicking and clacking away on the internet. Your piece reminded me a little of Gimme Shelter – “I tell you love, sister, it’s just a kiss away” – and how one ‘shot’/’click’/’kiss’ may create either war or love. Also, how it’s easy to live much of one’s life vicariously online, being thrown into this or that emotion via a conduit of insentient binary pulses. Then again, why not? I have known two people who found true love online. As Hot Chocolate might have said, “it started with a click”. Great work Esme.
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Thank you Hariod, you are too kind, it’s really not very impressive – more a thought taking flight. Once the world partially revolved around a knock on the door. Then the sound of the letterbox snapping shut, heralding news of some kind. The telephone ringing took over from there, as most prevalent a herald, and now…it is the time of the small audible click of an electronic mouse. What next? Some form of esp? A blink of the eyelids signalling messages sent or received perhaps? Time will tell. And yes, it has power as you say, wars began, cities fallen, great loves built or crushed with one click. There’s so much tatt out in the aether grabbing at us, desperate for our click, it is wise to save them for the cream of the crop think I. nods, smiling. Lovely comment aitch, thank you again, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Hariod are you implying that one can get a chick with just a click and not a cluck. Interesting. Chicken farming must be different now. Sounds more like a rooster with a roster. But Tubularsock has never attempted on-line-dating. Tubularsock assumes the delete hurts just as badly.
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Well, it does appear so cylindrical one, and I have two very dear friends who both met chicks – neither of whom turned out to be turkeys – and who, having clicked at a distance, went on to cluck with some sustained fervour having met in person. Now, you will notice from my earlier comment that I never cluck myself, particularly on a first date, and prefer a more private clack in its stead. Actually, the two lucky cluckers I refer to met not via on-line dating services as you suggest, rather by visitors to their website and Facebook page respectively. One had been a recluse in a monastery for some nine years previously – a mainly silent existence in which the use of one’s clackers is forbidden, and clucking not even a remote prospect.
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Sorry Tubular, I have to jump in here for a moment –
“I prefer a more private clack in its stead” – Hahahahahaha.
“ the use of one’s clackers is forbidden, and clucking not even a remote prospect.” – There is a sign saying this in our local Lidl.
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Cap’n he done said what I’m talkin’ ’bout y’all –
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I cannot believe I missed this out of my tag list. Shocking. I’d go so far as to say disappointing. But you have saved the day Hariod, and tis a fine addition to the P & F’s offering. You make a great team! A weird as shit team, but great none the less.
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Where clacker is forbidden Tubularsock would be in fear of treading.
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When one, such as myself, is seized by what we,in these parts, call, ‘The click sickness’, i.e. “That boy be click sick”, it is often accompanied by a compulsion, described first by Nietzsche in ‘Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits’, “to go all philosophical on your ass”. However, with the amazing advancements that have been made, of which we thoroughly enjoy reading about, I am able to subdue these impulses, with strenuous effort, for short periods of time which in the case of right now is quickly running out…
That said (and all to well understood) I am reminded of a song from the 1930s called ‘Truckin’ my blues away’ by the one and only Blind Boy Fuller. It’s lyrics, if modified slightly, that is, by simply change ‘truckin’ to ‘clickin’, could make for a fun novelty song available for purchase online.
Keep on clickin’ baby, clickin’ my blues away.
Keep on clickin’ baby, clickin’ both night and day.
Readin’ what the elephant said to the cat : “got a feather for my hat, tight like that.”
Keep on clickin’ mama, clicckin’ my blues away, ah me, clicking my blues away.
Yeah!
The President and Founder
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“which in the case of right now “ – One of Sherlock’s greatest I believe, which was of course… never solved! I like the song and feel the thronging masses, (or few loyal stragglers, its one or the other I’m sure of that), would benefit from knowing the tune to said song, so that they can sing your altered, (and apt) lyrics out-loud for all and sundry, (sundry being one of the best audiences one can have, ever, like ever).
‘Click’ on folks right here – Truckin’ (Clickin’) My Blues Away – Blind Boy Fuller
Keep the faith P&F, use your clicks wisely and only for good, (or bad that no-one will ever find out about which works for esme a treat).
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Yes, “keep the faith”, for sure, certainly and I will, and do so now, For, if you don’t mind me saying, isn’t it a kind of faith that allows us to, at times blindly, click into a space not yet before visited? But, perhaps I am verging dangerously toward “getting all philosophical on your you know what”, and so will instead simply leave you with two of my favorite quotes about faith that you may, if one day in need, turn to.
“When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on. Help is on the way.”
“Faith is like electricity. You can’t see it, but you can see the light.”
The President and Founder
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Tying a knot and holding on is all we have at times, and as to the second quote, the good news is…I am the light! But can only see out, which is a bit of a bummer, (for getting philosophical on), but there is a room within the Cloud completely clad in mirrors, so should I need a blast I can always head in there and go wild. Or nuts. Cuckoo some might say, but I doubt they’d dare.
We should all ‘verge dangerously’ at least once or twice, maybe several times in our lifetimes. nods But only very cautiously.
Thank you President and Founder.
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Your tags are genius. 🙂
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You noticed! And read them too…laughs, thank you very muchly, and, the great thing about the tags I’m writing now and onwards, is that each and every one of them links to something esle, something odd outside of the blog too. Happy for hours eh? Though I doubt many will be bothered with all the extra…clicks. winks.
esme – tagger extraordinaire upon the Cloud
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I did not realize they would lead elsewhere! Tagger extraordinaire, indeed! Let my journey begin…
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Hahahahaha. Tis a malaise of the mind most likely. Things are rarely as they seem at first glance…hands over a packed lunch, gloves and scarf for the journey.
No spam or porn guaranteed. nods
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Let us see…
I had heard of ———, but thought there was only one for some reason. Fascinating info about the mechanics of ——– in the various ——-.
The —- picture? Oh my! I missed that particular ———, so it took me a minute to realize that it was ——. Would I have seen that if the title had been different? Who can say, suggestion does funny things to the mind.
I learned that I do not have the patience for ———-.
I had seen that —- with the —– before. I did not realize it was the world’s largest. I thought there were some monstrous ——–out there, but I suppose ——- must have given me that impression.
It is here I removed my toasty scarf and gloves and sat down to my lunch. However did you know that pesto sandwiches are my favorite?
The fake —–? Such an excellent idea. I’ll need that first —- when my son goes —–.
Ah, ——- Sounds so intriguing and so awful all at once.
I have now listened to many versions of ‘——-. I hadn’t heard of it before, really rather lovely.
Our universe is so lovely and large and I so small. Yet, I roar into the abyss.
—– graffiti is the best graffiti.
——– with dialogue and Joan Baez? Nice.
That was quite a wonderful and unique journey. Back home now. I shall finish my pesto sandwich and ponder what I have seen and learned. Thank you, Esme.
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A wonderful comment M.M.J! I have edited out all the parts where you describe where each and every link in all the tags go in detail, so that other people (not nuts people, nooooo), have to click through themselves in order to find out where they might be led. I’ve left enough in that the whole piece tickles me highly. I hope you don’t mind my slashing. Pesto sandwiches, of course, esme knows all. I love pesto, and a simple bowl of pasta with pesto and cashew nuts = yumsville and a happy tum for esme. nods a lot.
Thank you for embarking on one of my mini adventures, you are as curious as I am it seems laughs.
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Here’s a click lick. I thoughly (can’t spell that word pronounced thurally) enjoyed this, the mouse did too!
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Thank you Jessie, I’ll keep the lick for later and pocket the click right now smiles.
“can’t spell that word pronounced thurally” – neither can I, I think we should start a petition to change the spelling to your phonetic version, tis a thurally good idea methinks.
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I still call you sonmi when i click
for i am difficult
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Difficult or not, I am Esme now. And must be so. Sonmi is no more. looks deadly serious
ESME upon the Cloud
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