So you let that go with little debate.
Perhaps it was inserted too late.
Could you please go back in time
just a minute and revisit the rhyme?
The store remains locked.
But the shelves are carefully stocked
with reasons there for all to see.
You are oh so very close to me.
p.s. trust that I try to reflect back to you what you have given to me.
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Goodnight, Sdock!
Because the Messiah quote opened up a whole can of dirty, dirty worms ;)
If that is Mayo,
RAWR
?!
Son of a bitch, it IS Mayo. Check his profile page.
No, seriously. The "Venom" solo owns my soul.
so, i just happen to be listening to "three cheers" tonight (huh, go figure) and so when the solo came on, i ended up giving it an even closer listen than usual, and yeah.
mustard, your soul has good taste.
You can come visit the Deep South with us anytime, Sis. It would be WAY cool.
I have to say I find them all attractive in some way. Gerard because he is gorgeous and touched in the head. And Sdock10 says I tend to act all diva-ish like him sometimes (as if, I'm gonna sharpie a message to her tomorrow and make her walk around town with me). Frank because, well it's Frank. He is super sexy and he is beautiful inside and out. He's got the passion and it shows everytime he plays. Ray and Bob because they are like hard-working manly men. And Mikey, that boy has got features like a damn GQ model. And who would have thunk it? I swear to God, he's got cheekbones to die for. Alicia, you got one fine ass husband.
Frank is still my favorite. Tattoos are just my thing.
Well, it's getting late in GA.
Night everyone.
I don't want to be a prophet, Mayo.
I'm just a meer bystander to this whole thing.
Why are we the prophets?
Don't get me wrong I love Ray's hair as is but sometimes I want to duck tape him to a chair and just straighten it. Well there are times when I wouldn't mind duck taping anyone of them to a chair and doing things to them but that's another story.
Hi Mayo, if that's who you are Anon up there above me. I have a migraine today and my meds are kicking my ass. I'm operating at about Forrest Gump level.
So, I apologize for not trying to figure out your prophet/man notation. I'll try again tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be more intelligent than a bag of doorknobs.
Anonymous said...
You are the prophet, I am the man.
So, am I Confucius or Nostradamus?
Many people say they are one and the same.
-Amyranth
Marthajones said:
Well there are times when I wouldn't mind duck taping anyone of them to a chair and doing things to them but that's another story.
Oh, I hear ya, missy!
Mayo@ 3
Not quite sure, but it seems that Mayo's comment is directed at someone here...
Am I wrong?
Jennicula, you're the third or fourth person in here with a migraine today. Mine just got better. What's that all about!
Ugh, Do we have to be prophets? I'd rather just be the man!! Uhmm.. I mean woman... *blushes*
Lordy, lordy, a straight forward post.
Our word isn't gospel Mayo but if you wish to follow the guidance I don't think anyone here will be complaining.
Welcome to the bosom of your online family :)
I think a weather front is coming in. I woke up with it and the bitch just won't go away.
Well Jeepers Creepers. Hi, Mayo.
I have no idea what or who you are talking about right now, but it's all good.
We'll figure it out.
Check my time and good night!
Sweet Dreams, Mayo Man.
You know what sucked? It SNOWED on Halloween!
I got worried about all the wee little children going trick-or-treating.
is that a plural "you" or a singular "you"?
damn modern english and its non-specific you forms!
Okay. So, since I'm feeling giddy, here's my best guess.
"You are the prophet, I am the man."
You'da man Mayo, you'da man!
What are you saying Mayo? I know you're "observing." Elaborate please.
Yes, Jennicula, I want to rip my sinuses out. Coffee is really the only thing that helps me.
paperheart, this may be irrevelent, but if he was addressing to all of us, he would have added s to the word "prophet"
but alas, he did not, but hell, who can know for sure?
paperheart, it *snowed* on halloween? Wow
My ass?
And if you're just responding to BC, well welcome to BC's bosom :D
* winks at BC, sorry! *
Good night S&v20 and hello mayo.
Bleeding Chaos, who do you think he was talking to?
&& yes it did! Although it didn't stay! =]
Lol. That was a very random comment I felt like making.
By the way Toujours, my soul thanks you for your compliment ;)
That shit gets me every time. Those are some fast fingers, if you know what I'm saying!
I also left you a present. Cheer up, okay? :)
GS, that was classic!
He's the man! He's the man! He's bad! He's so bad he should be in detention. He's the maaaaaaa!
what i'd like to know -- though it's trivial -- is what's with the 4 am comments? is this when you're getting up, mayo? because, if so -- yikes dude.
Kapunua, with an ancient Anthrax reference!
Bleeding Chaos said...
Not quite sure, but it seems that Mayo's comment is directed at someone here...
Could be, now I wonder whom?
A prophet is only as good as those that interpret his words.
As long as Mayo takes what we say, with a good heart and a sharp mind, it might not be so bad.
-Amyranth
Hey GS, I resent that comment! Lol :D Yesterday Miss T was making fun of my bosom :(
but it's all good :)
paperheart, I have no idea, but it appears he is addressing someone here. It's november already and already its plunging into the 40's. My hands are so cold. Brrrrr
Hello Mayo - Nice you could join us.
Star said...
Kapunua, with an ancient Anthrax reference!
We're dating ourselves by knowing this stuff. ^_^
anyway, people -- this is probably just mayo giving us the context for understanding the poem, like what kapunua was asking for last night.
and mustardisbetter:
ray is...well -- beyond words. :)
and thank you, i'll do my best.
Oh no, not you too Star XD
Even better:
"Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man!"
And? Mayo! I can still feel your presence. No "Check the time and goodnight" yet. Are you gonna elaborate or is this futile?
BC, what is 40F in celsius?
Here it is about 4C!
Star - :D
Where have you gone Mayo?
Oh yes, I forgot, you don't reply to posts do you!
Or was that anon, or anon or maybe even anon!!
I do lose track sometimes ;)
I know, Kapunua, I know! I was a sophmore when that came out!
Hi elena!
anyway, people -- this is probably just mayo giving us the context for understanding the poem, like what kapunua was asking for last night.
I've actually forgotten how the poem went. O_O
And anyway I kinda doubt it, because I was asking for clarification, (who are you, where are you in your life, etc., specifics which I know we'll never get,) and not another riddle. Mayo, whoever s/he is, is brighter than that.
Anonymous said...
You are the prophet, I am the man
I am the walrus
goo goo ga choo
*ergoproxy joining the anon parade*
Ray.....hmmmm...hands, arms,smile, hair,talent.....
Hey Star...How are you? Enjoying this cat and mouse game?
We know you are still there you just can't post and run. You have to have more to say than that
Bleeding Chaos said...
It's november already and already its plunging into the 40's. My hands are so cold. Brrrrr
We're getting snow tonight, apparently it's going to hang around for awhile too. I like snow, so long as I don't have to go out in it. It's also going to be very hard for me to not whip out the christmas tree and start decorating.
-Amyranth's first christmas in her new house is coming!
aww poor paperheart! Is the cold that bad overthere? My hands need some snuggling warmth ^_^
Somebody sez that Mayo is in da house???
Dude, who's the prophet?
I know you can't go all out & spill the contents of your entire darkened soul, but jeez.
You're a man - yeah, we can see that.
Can I be The Oracle? Always thought it would be fun to spout shit that made me look more intelligent...
Oh, yeah. I *am* intelligent.
So if we're the prophet... I see sleep in your future. ^_^
'Nite, my Jaw-ja sisters!
Sleep well, talk to you both tomorrow! :)
Ergoproxy.. I mean, anon..
That is one amazing song!
I love The Beatles!
Hi Elena how are you.
I'm good, elena. I'm having a good time now that my headache is better. How are you?
amyranth, can you believe Christmas is next month already?
O_0
Yes BC, it seems very cold right now. But I've lived in Winterpeg all my life, I should be used to it by now!
^_^
night night Sister M *hugz*
Night sister misnite
Mayo, yet another memorable post.
You know I've got one for you too. In a way, It's kind of like yours, here goes.
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck noon
He's here too soon!
Hickory Dickory Dock!
How's that? I know its not as poetic as yours, but hey, I thought it was just as irrelevant.
-- Cowards die many times before their deaths.
hehe I had to do that, it was the first thing that came to mind
Bleeding Chaos said...
amyranth, can you believe Christmas is next month already?
O_0
Yep. Only because my store started putting out christmas decorations in SEPTEMBER.
-Amyranth is excited for Christmas.
That's good paperheart ^_^
check the time, and goodnight.
I can't beleive it's November. There's a cable music channel that started playing Christmas songs. I want to put our tree up.
hickory dickory dock
the mouse ran up the clock
the clock struck one
but the other one got away
Hey Martha & Star, I'm good. Home from another day of selling books. Wondering what the hell is going on here but that's normal. I'm just waiting for...."Mayo had left the bulding"
Mayo,
I do apologize for my slow ass internet connection. If I miss something or am a little late, please forgive me. I swear once this thing gets over 1500+ comments it makes it really fucking difficult to talk to you.
Must read that poem again......
Thanks for choosing to share with us tonight. I must really go now.
Will you miss me?
Love to You Always,
S
p.s. Spare key is yours, remember.
Haha Ergo, you sure are making me laugh tonight!
And Anonymous, we already checked the time, we're smarter than you think. ^_^
Amyranth, wait until after thanksgiving. The public are going to go nuts with all the sales and things O_o
pure chaos is only weeks away!
I am not sure what I want for christmas yet. Maybe find the love of my life although that is not likely to happen anytime soon :(
Oh well. I think maybe another guitar is in the works..
mayos profile
Where is my boat? It's docked at slip 10.
Sdock10!
Anonymous said...
check the time, and goodnight.
November 4, 2007 3:35 AM
Good night Mayo.
Next Post, What's your favorite Christmas song?
-Amyranth
No, no, no, kiddies!
I was saying goodnite to my co-captain & trainer. It's only 9:36 here in good ol' Deadmonton, much too early to go to bed! Alone, anyway. >:)
Kapunua! How are you, darlin'?
Happy B-Day to your Gran! :)
Oooooooh, I feel another prediction coming on...
The comments will reach between 2500-3000 before we see a new post!
Right, Mayo? *sunny grin*
Jinx!
Sd10 you did check the time right?
Well crap....."Mayo has left the building"
Goodnight, Elena says Goodnight
Sister Midnite - you so did not go there!!
I, I, I have no words.
I am wounded to the core of my being.
No respect round here for ancient Greek myths!
Ah sister M I thought you were going to sleep already. My mistake
that reminded me of sdock10 for some reason
Occupation: Blood Donor.
"I gave you Blood, Blood.
Gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you could drink,
And it has never been enough..."
Hm. Makes me wonder.
-Amyranth
Good night Mayo :)
Don't be a stranger!
Mayo, you want a prophet, bb? You want us to play prophet? Okay, how about this?
Much of your pain is self chosen.
Check yourself and goodnight.
Sister Midnite;
You live in Edmonton?!
=]
My dad is in Fort McMurray right now!
Same here fimble, but remember how yesterday we were talking about shipping teenies off on a boat? Miss T mentioned it
Blood the gift that just keeps giving.
Did anybody notice about Mayo said
Where is my boat? It's docked at slip 10.
SDock10 - what do you think about that? I think Mayo has a soft-spot for you. You are always encouraging him and I think maybe he's noticed you.
It could be I've got too much time on my hands this evening too.
Amyranth, I thought of the song right when I saw "Blood Donor"..
Amyranth said...
Occupation: Blood Donor.
"I gave you Blood, Blood.
Gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you could drink,
And it has never been enough..."
Hm. Makes me wonder.
It shouldn't. Anyone can read MCR lyrics. Likewise, anyone can glean "I am the modern Prometheus" from a well-known Frankenstein enthusiast and also likewise, anyone can look up tour dates.
Believe and hope for the best. Just do it for the right reasons.
I think so too, Jennicula.
Night elena and hello sister sorry about the mistake.
Good night Mayo
Bleeding Chaos said...
Same here fimble, but remember how yesterday we were talking about shipping teenies off on a boat? Miss T mentioned it
I hope that doesn't mean he sees SDock10 as a teenie. He did mention prophet and she always strictly addresses him in her posts...
-Amyranth
Mayo,
Thanks....
Told you my internet was shitty.
Goodnite for real this time.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. here by choice for YOU and ME
did sdock10 say anything in the teenie boat conversations. are you there sd10. do you rememeber?
And...he's gone.
The man who walks beside the prophet
visits me in my dreams.
Tells me that they will continue to
give us everything we need
until there is nothing left
to give.
Then they plan on killing
us by poisoning our water.
In my dream the man in the
Robe is surrounded
by thousands. He is talking
to them over a loud speaker.
The ashes of light being
better
than the fires of darkness.
Over the screams of fatalism,
you can hear his voice
yelling
to his followers to burn it.
"Burn it
to the ground."
He is asking them to follow
their hearts
to live the life
of their Heroes.
I hear him cry out "your
survival will depend on
your willingness to fight."
Kapuna always the devils advocate. It's a noble job. Glad it's yours. I'm too much of a dreamer.
Amyranth, I don't think of it as a negative, but a positive. SDock always addresses Mayo as if they actually know each other. She never forgets to say hello or goodbye without saying some kind words to Mayo.
Once again, I'm with you, elena.
MISS T
i know you have gone but just wanted to tell you i have recieved it.
Elena said...
Kapuna always the devils advocate. It's a noble job. Glad it's yours. I'm too much of a dreamer.
The devil and I, we're like this. ^_^
Oh, and I also don't believe that the reference to sdock10 is a negative one. :)
Jennicula said...
Amyranth, I don't think of it as a negative, but a positive. SDock always addresses Mayo as if they actually know each other. She never forgets to say hello or goodbye without saying some kind words to Mayo.
That is also true.
So if the boat thing didn't come from the teenie convo, then where?
I think it's time we started talking about where our handles came from. I've been dying to ask Sister Midnite if hers came from a Cradle of Filth song...
-Amyranth
Sdock10 talks to Mayo like he is always here, she always acknowledges him and tries to say stuff to help him along. He probably really appreciates it.
PaperHearts said:
Sister Midnite;
You live in Edmonton?!
=]
My dad is in Fort McMurray right now!
Yep, that's where I call home. :\ My family & best friend are here, and so is her family. Which pretty well keeps us here, except for road trips.
Ft. McMurray is crazy busy these days!
There are more Canadian ladies here than I thought! You guys would love my 'Canadian girls kick ASS!' T-shirt! ^_~
But there is the fact that some people thought that sd10 was Gerard at first, and even ppu was picking on sd10 not that long ago.
Night sd10
That poem always makes me think of the Jonestown massacre
Ep you are scaring me because after mayos post I was thinking about that massacre.
you know, i just can't get over how creepy this poem is. it makes me think of jonestown and hitler.
i like the other poems i've read by this guy, but this one...?
cripes. what are you trying to say to us mayo?
I just reread that poem and it appears to me that the first two paragraphs are written from a different perspective, whereas, at the beginning of the third passage, it is written from the dreamer.
Star, glad you are a fellow dreamer. Everyone needs something to belive in. I'll continue to believe until my heart tells me to stop.
Yep, that's where I call home. :\ My family & best friend are here, and so is her family. Which pretty well keeps us here, except for road trips.
Ft. McMurray is crazy busy these days!
There are more Canadian ladies here than I thought! You guys would love my 'Canadian girls kick ASS!' T-shirt! ^_~
Awwh, I plan on going to Edmonton next summer!
&Yeah, he's in Fort McMurray for work.:/
I am jealous of that shirt! My sister has one! ^_^
What poem are you all talking about?
*confused look*
ergo, marthajones -- i was writing my comment you guys made yours -- and that is creepy too!
I agree Elena! Hey, about my name Star. My real name is Dawn, but, I wish my name was more exotic like Star. Or Persephone. But that would be too long to type.
Amyranth said:
I've been dying to ask Sister Midnite if hers came from a Cradle of Filth song...
Nope. ^_^ Think about 30 years ago, give or take 5 years...
'Sister Midnite' is a Stooges song.
Iggy is only, like, one of my personal deities.
PH, when you're in Deadmonton, let me know! Maybe we can meet up for coffee!
paperheart, I am talking about the poem that Kapunua posted. That was posted by Mayo on his previous blog. I reread it once again, and it appears that it mentions three people in it
As long as nobody asks me to drink tainted kool-aid, I'm right along with you guys.
TJ , MJ that is creepy.
or great minds think alike. It's the fact it sounds like a cult and then the poisoned water.
We are all of one mind in here sometimes.
For sure Sister Midnite! =]
Right, so our little "rhyme" there. I'm a fan of poetry (though I admit, I'm not fond of this one,) so I wouldn't mind a crack at it, even with the teeny bit of "context" (LOL) that Mayo gave us.
Mayo identifies as the man in the poem and identifies us as the prophet. But there are four characters in that poem: the man, the prophet, the "masses" and the narrator.
Why didn't Mayo choose to identify with the narrator instead? I guess it's because "the man" is the one surrounded by thousands, those masses who will give and give and then "poison the water." it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is the typical dichotomy of Speaker and Listener in their most extreme: the crucified celebrity? Yeah, yeah. :/
Over the screams of fatalism,
you can hear his voice
yelling
to his followers to burn it.
"Burn it
to the ground."
He is asking them to follow
their hearts
to live the life
of their Heroes.
"I'm just a man, I'm not a hero," uh huh, and Jesus saying "I'm just a man, you can also do what I do."
Scream older and wiser, still filled with resentment
We get it, we get it
/TBS reference.
I hear him cry out "your
survival will depend on
your willingness to fight."
That's what the man--the one on stage here (not the narrator)--is telling to the masses.
But this isn't news to us; I'm a little surprised that we aren't cast as that useless and pawing crowd in this case of persecution mania.
The Prophet in this poem doesn't do a hell of a lot.
In that poem, "He" has too much control. Control, control, control.
Star said...
I agree Elena! Hey, about my name Star. My real name is Dawn, but, I wish my name was more exotic like Star. Or Persephone. But that would be too long to type.
I love the name Persephone. I used to want to name my first daughter Astraea, until I realized that she'd never be able to spell it, much less pronounce it.
Amyranth comes from a series of books, called Sweep. It's a series based on the Wiccan religion, and one of the covens is named Amyranth. When I looked it up I found out it's actually spelled Amaranth, and it's a type of flower. The first hit I got was on a plant sometimes called "Love-Lies-Bleeding". Being young and slightly depressed over an ex-boyfriend at the time, I snapped it up, and have been using it almost exclusively ever since.
-Amyranth, or Amaranth as anon616 pointed out.
Thanks BC!
I was thinking that an anon posted a poem that I missed. So I became very confused!
The poem, that Kapunua posted, previously posted by Mayo, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder. It sent chills down my spine.
BC it is
the dreamer,the man and the prophet
Star - Dawn is a beautiful name. My aunt's name was Dawn. I use Elena because it was my Great Grandmother's name. Much better than my real name. Alexsandra.
And the masses.
It makes alot of sense Kapunua, but what if we identity the Prophet as some sort of guide?
Kapunua, your interpretation of the poem helped me figure it out better. Thanks! =]
The poem doesn't specify the role of the prophet. S/he's just kinda there.
Sister Midnite said...
'Sister Midnite' is a Stooges song.
Iggy is only, like, one of my personal deities.
Interesting! I thought it came from "Of Dark Blood and Fucking"
Kapunua - What I'm getting is that the Prophet isn't doing much. Does that apply to us? Are we not really doing anything to help?
-Amyranth
yep, creeeee-pee.
the final message of the poem is positive, if you look at it alone, but when you look at it along with the opening bits...
also, if mayo is the "man" in the poem, do you notice how the man kind of disappears? he's in the beginning, but then the rest of the poem is about the prophet and his followers.
Amyranth,
Gnothi seauton = Know thyself
Inscribed over the entrance to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
This was the location of the famous Oracle which people sought out to foresee their future.
They had to acknowledge their faults first before the Oracle could give a correct reading, hence Know Thyself.
So I got that right Ergo? Yay! ^_^
I always associated your name with the flower, I didn't know it had wiccan connotations.
something new to learn every day.
Oh, Alexsandra is a beautiful name, elena.
Toujours, for some reason, your comment causes me to think that we may possibly be neglecting Mayo again if that is the case
also, if mayo is the "man" in the poem, do you notice how the man kind of disappears? he's in the beginning, but then the rest of the poem is about the prophet and his followers.
No, the man and the prophet remain separate.
Gnothi seauton = Know thyself
Inscribed over the entrance to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
I thought that was "Nosce Te Ipsum"?
paperheartxx said...
Kapunua, your interpretation of the poem helped me figure it out better. Thanks! =]
I majored in literature; this kind of BS got me a degree. ^_^
Star - thank you but I really hate my name. It so doesn't fit me. Not sure what my parents were thinking!
Ooh, Elena - I like Alexsandra!
But Elena is nice, too.
(My real name is Nikki.
And I had it before I knew what a Nikki Sixx was. :D )
Since we're discussing our blog names: Resurrected Wreck is from the movie Impromptu (about the relationship between Chopin and the author George Sand). It's always been one of my faves. There's a line in the movie where George Sand describes herself as a resurrected wreck. I liked it, so I used it here. If I were to choose anything else, it would most likely be a line from an Alphaville song (where "Hello Junkie Sweetheart", the subtitle of my blog, comes from).
No, the man and the prophet remain separate.
i agree with that, but what i meant is that we stop hearing about the man in the poem.
Kapunua - that's the Latin version, means the same thing :)
Thank you for your interpretation of the poem, interesting reading.
I must head to my bed, it's ten past four!
Goodnight all.
Goodnight Mayo.
TTFN
Sister - I like Nikki
That's a good name. Mine sounds like I should be ruling a country.
toujours said...
No, the man and the prophet remain separate.
i agree with that, but what i meant is that we stop hearing about the man in the poem.
We actually don't; he is the one speaking to the masses throughout. If anyone, the narrator kind of falls by the wayside.
ergoproxy said...
I always associated your name with the flower, I didn't know it had wiccan connotations.
something new to learn every day.
Check this out:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amaranth
I didn't know half that until I looked it up. Gotta love those Greeks!
-Amyranth
'Night, GS!
Just remember throughout that poem that "he" is "the man."
Sister Midnite said...
My real name is Nikki.
And I had it before I knew what a Nikki Sixx was. :D )
My middle name is Nichole.
And my dad used to call me Stringy Nicky when I was a baby because I was so small.
-Amyranth
good night gnothi!
kapunua, i see what you're saying. but isn't the man in the robe the prophet? that's how i read that.
my name is ,yep, from the animated Ergoproxy, which I was watching and I thought it was a cool name.
my blog is noneventmass which is from
"you are a non event mass with a quantum probability of zero"
episode of Red Dwarf where Lister is put into stasis just before the disaster destroys all the crew
I LOVE Red Dwarf!!
rw, i love Impromptu!
rw, i love Impromptu!
:D
Impromptu is probably my favourite "historical" film.
Night gs. I prefer not to give my real name. I'm still getting use to just posting on here.
As you should all know Doctor who
Incidentally, Joseph Mayo Wristen is a self published poet which means that he could not shop his work out to any real publications. Looks like our Mayo googled "Mayo" or something and came up with this guy.
He is not well-known or anything. Also, by the way, the guy is kind of a hack. His poems are full of inanities and mistakes in structure. I'm not talking about the difference between sturctured verse and free-form, but actual sentence structure and verb-noun agreement.
Any of us could write better stuff than that on a whim.
Just a little FYI.
RW, that's my favorite after Lady Jane.
Kapunua said...
Any of us could write better stuff than that on a whim.
Not sure about that. I have trouble writing grocery lists.
RW, that's my favorite after Lady Jane.
Helena Bonham-Carter plays Lady Jane in that one, yes?
I mean seriously:
i am writing this poem to leave to you the message of my love
to share with you how i felt then - about how i feel now
to make my pledge to you
that there is nothing i wouldn't do to see your dreams come true
if they could only see what's happening here
feel the world changing around them
then maybe they too
could understand the love you have and why I adore you so much
Michele
Come on, that's like something a drunken apologetic hack would leave on the refrigerator in his trailer after an argument with his woman. :/
"To leave you the message of my love?" Who are you, Ted Theodore Logan? "I bring you a message of love. From myself!"
I hate banal poetry.
I am not sure what is my inspiration for my name started. I just made it up as soon as I created my blog, although it may be based on a Buffy video game ^_^
Yes, yes, RW!
And a scrumptious Cary Elwes plays Guilford.
Kapunua, I agree with your assessment.
Bleeding Chaos - I thought about the Buffy game the first time I saw your name. It's a great game.
Do any of you here have favorite poems? If so why? I've got a ton of fvorites, but there are two that I know by heart. I wonder if I could write them out here by memory. I'll give it a whirl, but don't crucify me if I get them wrong. ^_^
kapunua
hahahaha drunken hack
I googled Mayo and poetry and he came up first
pretty simple
I am just listening to Joe Satriani
God that man can play!
..just wanted to share =)
i am in for the night guys. goodnight and will catch up with you all tommorrow
nighty night
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Night FS!
I am not sold on the poetic references.
Oh and I love Bonham. She is amazing.
As kingfishers catch fire
dragonflies draw flame
as tumbled over rim in roundy wells,
stones ring.
As each tucked string tells,
each hung bell's bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name,
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells,
selves,
goes itsef.
Myself it speaks and spells,
crying "What I do is me! For that I came!"
One of my favorite poets, another Gerard: Gerard Manley Hopkins. I hope I got that all right.
night night fimble. sweet dreams!
Kapunua, here is one of my favorites:
Success
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Goodnight FS. :)
Yes it is Elena. I do have a game considering I am a devoted Buffy fan ^_^
There is also the original one but it is only for Xbox. I lost my copy a long time ago :(
Angel, Cordelia were in it.
Goodnight Fimble. Pleasant dreams.
good night fimble!
roundy wells, i like that.
a favorite of mine is "i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)" by e.e. cummings.
(not the reason i don't use caps however. lol)
My other favorite one goes like this:
Much madness is divinest sense
to a discerning eye --
much sense, the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority, in this, as all, prevails ---
assent, and you are sane.
Demur, you're straightway dangerous,
and handled with a chain.
Emily Dickenson. Ahhh, that is totally one of my favorite poems ever. ^_^
I'd have to say my alltime favorite is T.S. Elliot's The Wasteland but that is much too long to quote.
But my favorite part of it went like this:
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
and paces around her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with automatic hand
and puts another record on the gramophone.
Nice one, Jennicula!
I like e.e.cummings, too. Lemme see if I can remember a bit of my favorite by him, though I can't remember what it was called. Hmm, lemme see if I can remember it...
OH! I remember what it was called! Anyone lived in a pretty how town.
It was like,
Anyone lived in a pretty how town
With up so floating many bells down,
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
He danced his didn't
He sang his did.
Women and men both little and small
Cared for Anyone not at all
They sowed their isn't, they reaped their same,
Sun, Moon, Stars, Rain.
The rest of it was the bomb, now I have to look for it.
K, Emily was so touched in the head. She still boggles my mind.
Yes, yes, RW!
And a scrumptious Cary Elwes plays Guilford.
Ah, is that who it was! I'd wondered.
hmmm I don't really have any favourite poetry, though i know I have read some lovely stuff.
Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792–1822
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee, 5
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream— 10
And the champak's odours [pine]
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine, 15
O belovèd as thou art!
O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale. 20
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!
I looked it up; my mistake, it is actually called "everyone lived in a pretty how town."
everyone lived in a pretty how town
by e. e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)
they said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone
earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
Not a classic poem, but I really love the verse at the end of the movie The Company Of Wolves:
Little girl, this seems to say
Never stop along your way
Never trust a stranger friend
No one knows how it will end
As you're pretty, so be wise
Wolves may lurk in every guise
Now, as then, tis simple truth
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth
Where do you guys find these lovely poems? I really like the last one
Damn, I can't think of any poetry right now! My head isn't so inclined, I guess.
I do like Robert Frost, though... does that count?
He is almost a God, a man beside you
enthralled by your talk, by your laughter.
Watching makes my heart beat fast
because, seeing little, I imagine much.
You put a fire in my cheeks.
Speech won't come. My ears ring.
Blind to all others, I sweat and I stammer.
I am a trembling thing, like grass,
an inch from dying.
So poor I've nothing to lose, I must gamble...
- Sappho (6th century, BCE)
Faint thunder drifts....
beneath the willow.
rain upon the pool.
The sound of rain,
and rain again from lotus leaves.
The western eaves of this small place
cut through the rainbow.
I leaned on the rail and waited
for the moon to bloom.
A swallow flew and perched
to peer in at the ridgepole.
The moon, jade hook,
hung from the curtain rod.
No waves on water,
still waves, the wrinkles of the coverlet.
Behind the crystal screen, two pillows:
on one, a hairpin fell.
- Ou-yang Hsiu (1007-1072)
If anyone asks you,
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like This
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like This?
If anyone wans to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God's Fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close,
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this?
If anyone wonders how Jesus raises the dead,
don't try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this, like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love", point:
Here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn't believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they're telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
- Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
-Amyranth is a romantic.
RW!!!! STOP!!! I LOVE THE COMPANY OF WOLVES!!!
I love the Duran Duran poster up on her wall at the beginning.
Angela Carter rocks!
Bleeding Chaos said...
Where do you guys find these lovely poems? I really like the last one
Mostly from memory. I read all this stuff in college and it just stuck with me.
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth
How could i forget, one of my favorite lines of poetry! Nice choice. ^_^
Star, I believe we must have been separated at birth!
Yeah, RW!! Since I am an only child, I will call you my spiritual sister.
that emily dickenson made me smile -- chains, indeed.
my most recent favorite is this:
Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide's edge, I lie - these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand,
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,
She could advise you, should you care to hear.
Small chance, however, in a stroem so black,
A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.
edna st. vincent millay. a bit depressing, subject-wise, but the language of it makes me giddy.
Yeah, RW!! Since I am an only child, I will call you my spiritual sister.
:D
I don't know anyone who doesn't like Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman."
Now you understand
why my head's not bowed,
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say:
It's in the click of my heels,
the bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
the need for my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally,
phenomenal woman.
ok I had to look it up but..
Catalogue
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Cats, when they sleep, slump;
When they wake, pull in -
And where the plump's been
There's skin.
Cats walk thin.
Cats wait in a lump,
Jump in a streak.
Cats, when they jump, are sleek
As a grape slipping its skin-
They have technique.
Oh, cats don't creak.
They sneak.
Cats sleep fat.
They spread comfort beneath them
Like a good mat,
As if they picked the place
And then sat.
You walk around one
As if he were City Hall
After that.
If male,
A cat is apt to sing upon a major scale:
This concert is for everybody, this
Is wholesale.
For a baton, he wields a tail.
(he is also found,
When happy, to resound
With an enclosed and private sound.)
A cat condenses.
He pulls in his tail to go under bridges,
And himself to go under fences.
Cats fit
In any box or kit;
And if a large pumpkin grew under one,
He could arch over it.
When everyone else is just ready to go out,
The cat is just ready to come in,
He's not where he's been.
Cats sleep fat and walk thin.
Copyright © Rosalie Moore
I recited this as a child, I also like Roald Dahl and Spike Milligan
that emily dickenson made me smile -- chains, indeed.
I know, isn't it fantastic? It's so true and pertinent even to this day.
...
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,
She could advise you, should you care to hear.
Small chance, however, in a stroem so black,
A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back
...
Also pertinent.
They are quite lovely poems. I should involve myself with poetry ^_^
Night fs and I can't think of any poems that I like off hand.
i just wish i had spelled "storm" correctly. :/
Oh my god, I loved that EP!
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