Thirteen Ways of Looking at Jamie Mottram

That Jamie Mottram is leaving AOL comes as a shock to many, even those of us who don't work with him.

It affected me so much, I felt the need to immortalize Jamie in a poem. I spent a couple minutes many long hours stealing crafting this ode. I hope it speaks to you, Jamie.

Any similarity to Wallace Stevens is something I'm confident none of you will notice purely coincidental.


I
Among twenty-something showy bloggers,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of Purple Jesus.

II
I was of three minds about Jamie's departure,
Like a day
In which there are three conflicting stories about Rick Ankiel.

III
Jamie's news whirled in the autumn winds.
It wrecked a small part of my leisure time.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and youtube
Are "Mister Irrelevant."

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
The beauty of innuendos,
Or Jamie giving a shout out to Art Monk.

VI
Scribes fill the blogosphere
With sports and boobage.
The shadow of Jamie
Crosses it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
Too much beer, maybe?

VII
O less-than-thin men of FanHouse,
Why do not you leave your basements?
Do you not see how Jamie
Stares at the teats
Of the women about you?
Never mind, I just remembered, none of you Know any women.

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That Blog Show possesses neither.

IX
When Jamie flies out of sight,
It will mark the edge
Of one of many Google Group circles.

X
At the sight of Jamie
Reveling in Captain Chaos’ light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Cry out sharply.
Especially Christy Oglevee.

XI
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For a very small blackbird.

XII
The river is moving. So are the Nationals.
Jamie must be crying.

XIII
It is evening all afternoon.
He is going
And he is going to go.
Jamie sits in his Aeron.
Yahoo.