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Ever since the very first website I created, over four years ago, I have longed to be prominent and to have visitors. With "Chains and Slaverie: Poetry of a Lonely Young Man", I have finally achieved this. The index page recieved nearly 5000 hits. Approximately 30% of all my visitors viewed more than one page, which equates to approximately 1,500 people who have viewed and read my poetry. I hope that, from it, you gained some knowledge of my strife, and of your own. Thank you for the small spark of happiness which your patronage of this site has brought me.
For some time now, I have been disenchanted with the Internet, and with the Web in particular. Far too often, programs and applications refuse to work as they ought, and this frustrates me no end. This symphony of frustration came to a head last night, when my email program, for no discernible reason, deleted all of the email which I had saved and cherished. Thus, I have decided to "retire" from the use of the Internet for all but research. To all of those who sent me feedback- Sarah, Jason, Sandra, Andrew, Georgina, Jane Doe, Carolyn, Amanda, Lydia, Jamie, Lauren, Angela, John, Keli and Jack- thank you. You can never know what those few words meeant to me, and how much I shall miss them. To those of you who praised me for my courage in posting my poetry online, do not think of this as an act of cowardice. Rather, consider it a withdrawal, a lack of desire. Perhaps, sometime in the future, I will again publish my work, but I do not feel that this is the time or the place. Thank you once again for all your praise. I also feel that I cannot do justice to my poetry, or to myself, online. Just as I have refrained from stringing words together without any discernible rhythm or structure (as much of the rubbish that passes as poetry today does) and focussed on learning the basics, I feel that I should master the written, rather than the typed, word, first. Picasso could not start off by flinging paint at a canvas; he had to learn the more concrete forms of art. So, too, do I feel about poetry. No longer for me the keyboard and disk! for me, the pen and the parchment. Another reason for my withdrawal is my lack of things to say to you-- I have no more poetry. My soul seems to have "dried up" as far as poetry is concerned, and the pressure to post poetry is probably one of the reasons that I have had such a low poetic output. This computer, and this Internet, eat up a lot of my time. Next year, my final year in high school, will be one of challenges, most considerable of all will be the fight for the supreme academic award which can be offered by the school, the dux award. I have a good chance at recieving this, but in order to do so, I will need to spent even more of my time centered on academic doctrines, than I have done in the past. I hereby state that, after today, I will stop using the Internet, and computers in general, for my pleasure and enjoyment- I will focus on using them as a research tool, and no more. Do not fear, however, that I shall become scholastically-centered! I fully intend to have fun, and to enjoy myself as much as possible. I'm sorry, but the Internet will not be a part of that. When I have uploaded this page, and deleted both remote and local copies of "Chains and Slaverie", I shall turn off email forwarding. Therefore, if you feel the need to complain or comment, sending mail to zahpoet@writing.itgo.com will be useless- it will not reach me. I will then go about the Internet and delete all of my websites- I do not need them anymore. Please do not worry about my mental state, my lack of friends, and my romantic problems- the lady of the sonnets and I are now good friends. Once again, thank you and goodbye.
Kyle McFarlane
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