And the rest is silence

Returned as a poem - Hey Presto! Legitimate.
I’m very aware that this view of Duende is skewed, out of kilter, out and out wrong. Nevertheless. Throw the doors open, the wind could blow through if there happened to be any wind left in the world. My friend Tami has just figured out the most ingenious way to keep people from posting poetry all over the Campbell site. They are going to have a ‘Poetry Contest’ and everyone who posts a poem is automatically entered - and the poem is automatically moved into an archive. They are going to decide who ‘wins’ this contest by ‘popular vote.’ The whole thing right pissed me off. I just posted this to be her first ‘entry.’ That ought to go over like a red hot lead balloon. I suspect when one gets in a certain frame of mind one ought to go gag oneself with a prayer flag or something rather than keep writing things. Get your goddamn fingers off of the keys. Invoke the Angel, or be silent. Be silent. Silent. silent. silence.