Livre d'Or

Have you seen Papersky's "There is comfort in the knowledge you are of your kind and species" poem ?
Yeah, Michael pointed me to it a while back. I'm exceedingly jealous of it, (quite unreasonably, because by rights I ought to be just as jealous of every piece of half decent creative writing ever, as anyone who can write can do something that I can't), I think because I've never been able to write even bad poetry that actually says something, I always get entirely distracted by trying to make pretty phrases.

But yes, I do know that there's... [something, what's the word I want, nobility maybe, something non-banal, anyway] to be found in humanity, in what a mad Russian schoolfriend used to refer to as 'isness', without needing to invoke any deity. But words that express such things compellingly are a rare treasure, so thanks for reminding me of that cool poem.