You are all seen.
I am here. Not always present, but I am here. I feel each of you even as I move about my world. I presume we have this in common.
This space is mine in confidence, without interruption, without interception, and without edit.
I carry a bit of debt to you that I have not shared. You have reached me in ways you will never know.
You have helped.
p.s. thank you.
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*starts singing "Spin"*
BC, I loved NKOTB back then and I have fond memories of the New Kids mania to this day. I remember that cartoon, I think I have few video tapes somewhere still. In fact, I think there is at least one box of NKOTB stuff at my mom's house. As for Ricky Martin, my mom was in love with him and dragged me along, she guilt tripped me, saying that she always went to concerts I wanted to go to and that I owed her one. I'm glad she got over that phase.
Kapunua, Mummy K is my favorite! ^_^ I'm a Beatles fan as well. Except, my friend is like obsessed with them!
Poetry anon, I'm liking your choices. =]
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
"NKOTB"
HEY MIB and ANIMA!<3
ok 007, why do i never ceese to amaze you? lol
god 4-5 more days is wow, i remember when it was like 7 months till she was due and we were on bc;s blog talking about it. how time flies.
i am as good as i can be. just lookingfor jobs in engalnd at the moment. need to truly assess my life and try and get it back on track. cheers for asking hun.
so your turn, how is your social life, hehehe kidding hunny but talk away. you missed the old toys we used to have talk
wh old toys did you have?
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'
Fimble, well, my day started out okay, but it was a little bit stressful due to some petty arguments.
But right now, I'm okay and a bit tired. I had to go out and buy some stuff for my bed; right now we're looking to get a bedroom set, with dresser, bedpost, and everything.
My brother probably won't like it though. We were looking at some of the bedroom sets today without telling him about it ;D
How was your day?
Uhhmm. T.S Elliot,
I like these choices, as I said before, buut they're kind of creeping me out. They all are making me fearful of something or another. AHHHH?
elena it is the fold out one with Love Is and Give a Little Love
I have Dedication (with I only wanna be with you) and it's side A on both sides
sounds eventful bc, my day was ok. i was at work most of it then i came home and cleaned. nothing new really. hehehe
007, remember when you took george to the film 'universe' cant remember the name but it was te beatles one
Kate, all of this NKOTB discussion brings back so many fond memories. I remember they used to have bed sheets and dolls and lunchboxes. It was crazy.
I would wake up so early every Saturday morning just to watch the cartoon.
FS, because you have a big mind and a big heart. =]
Time sure does fly. I've been talking to you all since the pregnancy was first reported! lol. I hope that you find just the right job that you are looking for. Anything that you had in mind?
Old toys? I remember, when I was like 3, I got a Barney talking doll thing for Christmas. I remember that I didn't like the doll as much as I should, and I just sat there and played with the ribbon that it was wrapped with. I also had "Hungry Hungry Hippos". For some reason, that game scares me.
I may start calling Blogger names like SDock does. *grrr*
Wendy, I know you're gone right now, but yes, Blogger did eat me. Ok, that sounds nasty, but it's true. :P
Hey Bubbles, how's it goin' honey? *hugs and kisses* You sound sort of down. And don't look at me and say, "NO I'M FINE!" if you're really not.
And I've told you before, Jocelyn is a gorgeous name. It's elegant and "royal"-sounding. It's most definitely unique, and that's wonderful.
Hey BC, wot up? Shit night last night, I read it all today. There was an anonymous post at 2.32 pm today that I think you should read. (Wasn't me, but I think I know who it WAS.)
J
Fimble, so basically, another typical day huh? I hated the last job I had, so right now I'm looking for another one.
If this art school thing doesn't work out, I may go back to the school I attended before.
II. A GAME OF CHESS
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
HAHA. FS, Across the Universe. He could not keep his hands off of my lady friends. I remember I told someone that the seat was taken, when really, in my mind, George was sitting beside me. My friends thought I was crazy.
oh memories, i remember the hippos. i could never get all the balls in their mouth. bloody hippos. and the whole barney well thats a no no. he scares the hell out of me. to friendly for my liking.
i think i may go back to my old career which is childcare. do that to get some money so that i can get my own place and also look into some computer courses. maybe go into programming or something liek that. i just dont know at this stage but i do know tat i wanna go home.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms 1
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
Hey OP J. Did the Blogger Monster eat you up while I was here? :D
I shall go read that post then. Yeah, about last night, another typical anon attack, but at least one anon defended me.
Anons these days. They have no manners ;p
imble Star said...
i could never get all the balls in their mouth.
ILU FIM.
Hey Bubbles, how's it goin' honey? *hugs and kisses* You sound sort of down. And don't look at me and say, "NO I'M FINE!" if you're really not.
And I've told you before, Jocelyn is a gorgeous name. It's elegant and "royal"-sounding. It's most definitely unique, and that's wonderful.
*pounces OPJ*
Hey! how are you? Please, do not be fooled. Right now, if I seem down, it's only because of Derek. It's just something that I'm trying to deal with, and along the way, something I'm trying to put behind me, but not forget.
BC I think Danny Wood already made the announcement. But on TMC TV they had a photo of all the members together at the airport recently.
Yes I was A fan of them. My Mom did event security so we have a day on the green shirt for them. NKOTB as dogs. Donnie didn't like it. But to make it even more special my mom got their autographs on it.
P.S. I miss George!
A new page. I still can't get used to this...
K, tell Mummy K I said hi. :)
I never got into the newkids, I was really indifferent. I was in the thick of it, but they just didn't 'do it' for me. I completely recall the 'mania'...it was weird. A close friend went back stage and showed me the photos. It didn't bother me. It didn't phase me. I did not get it.
It bothered me this friend introduced me to the cure and I didn't understand this 'off' thing.
007, it is the only way to be. but george is no more. miss t threw him away. i think you should shout at her cos she threw your boyfriend away hehehehe
bc, if your art doesnt work what would you do?
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Hi Anima! I sure will. ^_^
MJ, that's actually pretty cool. And I also used to have a crush on Johnathan. I can't believe he's in his forties now. He's so old.
And his brother Jordan reminds me of my older brother O_o
FS, lol.
I was scared of the Teletubbies too. And clowns. I can never get over my fear of clowns. You can imagine my reaction when I watched Stephan Kings "IT". Childcare is a perfect choice! Something you're experienced in, and you can have fun with all the kiddies along the way!
Poetry anon, I like you. Can I put you in my pocket?
hey anima and J.
jules, you are just way to dirty. that was pure and simple innocence
Um, like so way late, but I live in Bay City, just sayin.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
FS, WHAT?! She threw him away?! Miss Tottenham will get a rather large spanking when I see her next! (she might enjoy it though ;)
Hello Anima. How are you? Fimble, that's the thing. I'm not sure. I'm hoping the art thing will work out.
If I get accepted, I start classes in May. And it's right in the middle of the city, and that's something that attracts me. The whole bustle and city life.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
BC, I hope you get accepted as well! That'd be exciting wouldn't it?! =]
oh 007, i love it, it is my love for careerbut the pay is bad in england. i couldnt support myself and try to succeed on just that wage. i need mor emoney just to be comfertable. i dont need big fancy things i just want a home which is mine. do you get me?
h the teletubbies, well charlotte loves them. she comes round to my house and she tells me 'tubbie time' so i have to set her up with some toast, some apple juice and the teletubbies.
pure hell hahahaha
Hello Anima
Bc I had a crush on him as well. So You know I hated Tiffany.
Hiya Fimble, Kapunua, PH, BC, T.S. Elliot, Martha (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!), J, Mustard, and Kate!
Did I get everyone?
And...
HAPPY JAPPY FUCKING AMAZING BIRTHDAY MARTHA!
III. THE FIRE SERMON
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
yes she did 007, she is naughty isnt she.
bc, i relly hope it works out for you it would be so much fun and exciting
FS, I understand. The day I turn 18, I want out of my house.
Poetry anon, please do not bold "good night". You can't leave, you are forever enclosed in my pocket, remember?
(PH just wishes she had an anonymous to call her own)
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
I HATE clowns !
especially clown mimes watching them at a distance is fine but I hate them being near me, they make me really angry
Aww thanks grasshopper. I appreciate that *hugs* Yep, if I get accepted, I'm going for music business and creative writing.
OP J, I read that comment. *Rolls eyes at anon* I know spelling is not everything, but sometimes criticism can be good.
FS, she really is.
Are you effing telling me that it's Martha's birthday? Fuck. I feel terrible!
MARTHA! HAPPY EFFING BIRTHDAY!!
*sprinkles fairy dust of eternal youth on MJ!*
*HUG*
PH, I can dig it. It's always such a shock when one of your classmates or friends dies suddenly. I'm sorry that he's gone, but I know you and the rest of his friends will carry him in your memories and hearts.
Right after I graduated high school, there was a notice in the paper about one of my classmates. He'd gone into the service right after graduation, and was killed in a helicopter crash about a month or so later. It was such a shock b/c Hunter was THE guy in our class: rich, good-looking, fairly nice, funny, etc. And then, he was gone. Pff.
You're never really prepared for it.
J
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
I disliked Tiffany and Debbie.
Correction on my last post...
(EDIT BUTTON!!!!)
*What* bothered me * was that* this friend introduced me to The Cure; and I didn't understand this 'off' thing.
Ergo, I scream and run.
BC, awwh. I still have no clue what I want to do after High school
Poetry Anon, "And, O these voices of children singing in the dome!"
(ph translates)
MJ, Tiffany was annoying wasn't she? And she posed for Playboy. Women like that lose my respect as soon as they do that BS. I used to admire Debbie Gibson. She was my idol growing up.
Clowns are annoying aren't they? Something about their red noses makes me want to punch them.
Poetry anon, why not post something beautiful, yet descriptive?
Your right J. No matter what, you're never prepared for death.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest.
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence;
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows on final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...
Martha, that's cool.
BC, my crush was Jordan with Joey a close second. So, what kind of art do you do? I'm hoping to go back to film school later this year, myself.
PH, I was always afraid of clowns too and the teletubbies creep me out.
my friend was on the end of som bullying at school, we were in the final year just before major exams. he decided to take his own life. it was sad and i will never forget the date. 20th december 2007.
i hate bullying.
Don't worry paperheart, you will. Sometimes it takes a while to figure out what you want to do in life.
I'm still struggling with that as a matter of fact.
Thank you Anima and PH
Poetry anon, =]
Kate, we have much in common. =]
FS, that's horrible. It really is.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
BC, I'm thinking, MUSICIAN, if I ever get good enough.
Or social worker. I like helping people.
Or a cop. The idea of working with a gun, and risking my life each day thrills me.
=]
Fim, I'm sorry. I think that happens probably more than most people know.
By the way...
Mr. "Elliot"?
You've misspelled your own name. Every time.
Just a little heads-up, there.
J
Telletubbies are just dumb
Fimble, I hate bullying too. It pisses me off to see others picking on someone more vulnerable than them.
And I think this is in some ways why society is beginning to lack morals and values and decency.
No respect or regard or consideration for another fellow human being, especially those who cannot defend themselves.
Many kids these days don't take the time to say "hello" to those who cannot make friends easier. Instead they worry about the bullshit social cliques and the popularity contest.
Sometimes I hate people for that.
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
its a sad thing that happened but its life. it happenes and thats why it is so fucked up. oh well
Ergo, I agree. They actually used to creep me out. I will admit, I have a little Po stuffed animal from when I was in Kindergarten. =]
BC, FS, AGREEEEEED!
'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'
'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent?'
'On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest
burning
PH Jocelyn is the name of a girl I taught, she left in yr 10 all full of know it all, realized she needed more, came back and knuckled down to get her Jr Certificate but after she finished she was taken from us by another,violently, for the most stupid reason, it was so tragic and upsetting , it's a really special name to me.
Fimble, I'm sorry to hear that. Paperheart, one of my past dreams was to either become a detective or a lawyer because I'm somewhat of an ace when it comes to law, but right now I want to get involved with music.
I think it would be cool to be a roadie ^_^
is anyone even reading all of this lengthy drivel from mr. elliot? does anyone even care? can you say, annoying to have to scroll over every 15 seconds? or overkill?
IV. DEATH BY WATER
PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID
AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Oh dear. Ergo. That's such a sad and tragic story. *hug*
BC, you are good at getting to the bottom of things.
Anonymous, I don't mind it. It's lovely decoration.
please dont put a dampner on the mood tonight. it has been nice so far. please
Telletubbies absolutely creep me out.
Fimble, stuff like this shouldn't have happened, but sadly, it does.
Maybe if people treated one another with respect, we wouldn't have been hearing so many school shootings nowadays.
People barely take the time to ask someone if they're "okay" or if they're having problems, or anything or the sort.
OPJ we both know who this is being pretentious AGAIN. We feel the same way so THANK YOU for doing that.
PH, I just wrote you an entire comment about leaving home, working, and staying school....But it erased. I'm a little pissed about it, because I know you would have totally understood it. I will have to come by your blog another day to share my thoughts.
Fimble, I am so sorry. Bullying is so evil, but most of the kids who do it are on the receiving end of something really terrible. I don't have stats, and I'm not justifying it, but these kids have been messed with...it's very sad. I feel so much saddness for them and for the kids they hurt.
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
anon, cheers for you wise words of wisdom. maybe you could go to the high and mighty blogger and tell them. i am sure they would like to know.
seriosuly please dont bring your dribble in here tonight. it has been a nice night so far. please
PH she is one girl I shall never forget it was a long time ago but she impressed me so much, plus she came to me once with a very intimate question about how a woman knows if they have climaxed (yay biol teacher's we get all the doosey questions!) so I explained it and I bloody well hope she did - numerous times!
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
Thanks paperheart. I do try.
Yeah, look, Anonymous Poetry Hater, we had this problem last night. Granted, we don't all care for so much poetry at one time. Others may do. It's not a big deal.
Personally, I'd like to hear something a little lighter, but hey, if T.S. Eliot wants to be here with some darker stuff, then that's his choice.
And it IS "Eliot", with one L. T.S., honey, have you been hittin' the rum again?
J
D A
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A
Dayadhvam:
I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata:
The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
staying *in* school.
Yes, stay in school so you can type accurate and fast. Fuck no! ;)
anon @ 12:44, i'm not opj, but i am also tired of this. it takes up too much space and is really pointless. and the conversation was so good before she started this again. it wouldn't be so bad if she just did a couple, but she goes on and on and on and on and on.
hey anima, cheers for that but in some ways i have to disagree with that. some people who bully do go through horrid things which make them do it but some just do it because they are bored. i have known bullie who have come from wonderful families and i know, i mean i know that they have not gone through anything horrid to bully people. sorry i aint explainging myself clear. just my opinion.
Anima!!
:( You little rascal! I really would love to read it!
:)
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
Hey T.S., what were your favorite childhood toys?
Ergo. Lol! =]
BC, =]
My favorite childhood toys were Barbies and Power Rangers. And some action figures.
can i just state that the conversation was gong on and continueing AROUND the poetry. if you didnt want to read it then just skim it. whatever, i wasnt bothered by it. i am enjoying the conversation and i would hate it to turn into what happened last night.
Honestly, T.S. Elliot... I have had to skip over your posts. I'm sorry. But I will definitely look later.
I believe I have all of these in my anthology course books.
Thank you for posting. He is pretty awesome.
Give, Sympathize, Control.
some people bully out of fear - get in first before they get you
some out of not knowing better or repeating what they had happen to them
but yes fimble some just do it as they enjoy inflicting emotional or physical pain and enjoy watching other suffer and love the power and feeling of control it gives.
I think they are the cruelest and very often this is the female bully.
In extreme they are sociopaths - everyone else is there for their use and they feel no empathy at all
Anons, please don't start this again. If you don't want to read it - don't. If skimming over it is too difficult for you - leave and come back some other time. Just don't turn tonight into what happened last night.
PH, it was good too. I will try to piece it back together. I believe in you. I really do.
Anonymous said...
OPJ we both know who this is being pretentious AGAIN. We feel the same way so THANK YOU for doing that.
Ok, NO. Leave me the FUCK OUT OF THIS. All I did was point out that Eliot's last name was misspelled. I DO NOT HAVE A HORSE IN THIS RACE.
For some reason, I got pulled into last night's weirdness, only by reference, but please, just don't.
I like poetry. I like T.S. Eliot. I don't give a flying fuck if somebody wants to post every fucking volume of poetry the man ever wrote.
Just leave me the fuck out of your games, ok?
J
I pulled out my andmy brother's transformers (yes original ones) and they all still work, some are a little worse for wear but my Starscream is still the best!
I have a headache now
*hands anon two parcetimol(sp)*
here you go. sit down and drink some water with them. maye it will go away
but yes fimble some just do it as they enjoy inflicting emotional or physical pain and enjoy watching other suffer and love the power and feeling of control it gives.
I think they are the cruelest and very often this is the female bully.
In extreme they are sociopaths - everyone else is there for their use and they feel no empathy at all
I agree with, Ergo. The female bullies are the worst in my personal experience.
Anima, thank you. Honestly, I really would like to hear what you have to say. =]
I, for one, love reading the poetry. Please LEAVE OPJ out of it.
An anon with a headache?
Wow.
Now THAT was a poem. That is what words should do.
Oh, you poetry haters, keep on. There are footnotes too, after all. ^_^
And the reason the name was misspelled each time was because that's how I wrote it the first time--typo and all?--and then it just pops itself up in the "name" box thereafter.
Ergo, do they have any G.I. Joe's? I used to steal my brother's toys and then try to put them back where I found them. He still knew and kicked the shit out of me. It sucked then, but today, it's kind of funny.
anon go have a nice lie down and a couple of asprin
T.S. Elliot, *strokes pretend beard* what are you up to?
anima he didn't have GI Joe but I sure did steal! Boys had cooler toys, we had a slot car set and battle tops which were awesome
well guys, i feel the need to go to sleep. it was nice in here whilst it lasted. i had a nice time.
sweet dreams everyone and i will speak to you all tomorrow.
xx
Who was the other anonymous?
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I have a headache now
February 17, 2008 12:56 AM
Guess you should have just skimmed it like I suggested. Maybe you should go take a couple aspirins and lie down somewhere dark and quiet.
Kapunua, was it you that recited the whole of "The Waste Land" poem?
goodnight fimble sleep tight!
Goodnight and sweet dreams fimble.
hey everybody. i have the next chapter of the gothic ready to go -- shall i post it?
Goodnight Fimble
*runs in just to give a hug to tj*
missed you hun
*runs back out waving nighty night to you all*
GOOD NIGHT FIMBLE! <3
Oh yay TJ!!!
please do!
Goodnight Fimble, sleep well. Sorry if I had anything to do with mucking up the evening.
J (Curse of the Jens rides again)
Yes of course it was me, Anon.
That's my favorite poem that I've ever read. I wrote some papers on it. I bolded my favorite parts and one of them, whether she knows it or not, was for my good friend on this blog.
It's a beautiful piece of work. That poem is what words are for.
TJ!
How are you Bumble Bee?
*hug*
I guess I should be heading off too, I promised a friend that I would go with her to church in the morning. Goodnight everyone =]
Hey squeak squeak. Yes, please do. I can't wait to read it.
Good night, Fim. ^_^
Goodnight and sweet dreams Kate. It was nice meeting and talking to you.
MJ, that's actually pretty cool. And I also used to have a crush on Johnathan. I can't believe he's in his forties now. He's so old.
0_0
goodnight kate hope it's a nice service, sweet dreams
Thank you Kapunua, that was beautiful.
I admire you greatly.
You all have a good night.
Yeah, just have a good one.
Goodnight Fimble sweetie.
Ergo, my brother's had the best toys. Stealing (for a short period) was the only option. ;)
good night fimble, you sweet thing. :)
hi ergo, and bc, and paperheartxx! *hugs*
okey-dokey, i'll go get it. brb.
Kapunua,
I've never heard of T.S. Eliot. Those poems were amazing. As I said before, at first they made me feel scared. Then, they made me feel peaceful.
Yeah RW, it's hard to believe, but Johnathan is 41 now. He does real estate I believe.
Goodnight and sweet dreams Mustard.
Good night Kate! Nice Talking to you! =]
Oooh. NKOTB is New Kids On The Block?
I was trying to figure out what you all were talking about..
Night, Mustard, night Kate.
I'm gone too, guys. Not really "feeling it" anymore.
Sorry again if I had anything to do with the bad vibe.
J
goodnight Mustard sweet dreams
I thought he was younger than me, BC!
The Mayo Gothic continues
The Direful Secret of Castle Mayo
by
Elena and Toujours
chapter 18:
“Find a way.” The voice floated to their ears. “Help him from the darkness that consumes his soul.”
the ghost began to fade as soon as the words were uttered.
"oh, wait, please!" lewis jumped forward. "don't go yet!"
"yes, what do you mean?"
"is he consumed from within, or from without?"
"please, help us, ghost!"
"please, tell us more!"
the ghost ceased it's departure, and faced them with solemnity. strangely, every woman standing there felt as if the figure gazed on them alone, and each felt a wave of warm calmness and refortifying confidence.
"there is a prophecy regarding this castle." the ghost's voice was soft, but easily heard by all.
"it describes the transformative power of the castle, and tells of a time when the power will be corrupted. if the corruption is not reversed, if the power of the castle is not restored, it is said a great evil will be the outcome."
and then, the ghost was truly gone. only a whisper of it's voice remained. "stay strong..."
the women began to discuss what the ghost could have meant, and while they did so, elena quickly crossed to the secretary desk and wrote down what the ghost had said, as exactly as she could remember.
she straightened, and faced the room.
"we should have enough information now to figure something out. let's go see what we can find in the library."
those who were inclined by nature to the task of research followed elena up the stairs. they had been gone only a moment when the front door opened. the women who remained in the main room turned to see who it was who had arrived.
"bikey!" miss tottenham stood up and grinned across the room at the young man. "you're back!"
he strode in with a broad grin to answer miss t's, and was quickly wreathed in the happy greetings of the others.
"i'm so sorry for disappearing," he said, once all were seated again, "i was unavoidably called away. i'm so relieved to see the mansion still here! i was afraid that attack would have brought it down to it's foundations. i'm very relieved that you're all alright. what has happened since i left?"
the surprising turn of events were quickly revealed to him, and he confessed himself astounded, then leaned forward, an earnest expression lighting his face.
"i have something to tell you which, given all that has changed, seems even more important than i originally considered."
"tell us, bikey." capture this void urged.
"i was in such a hurry to return, that i decided to forgo the usual route to the castle, and took a shortcut, one that runs just behind the village. i was walking as quickly as i could, because the path also skirts the edge of the woods, and i hoped to avoid any confrontations with the things that lurk there."
"that was risky, bikey." miss tottenham said reprovingly.
"it was, but if i hadn't been on that path, i wouldn't have run into who i did."
he paused, and sipped at the coffee he had been given upon his arrival. the women sitting there tried to be patient, but finally, sdock broke the silence.
"who?!"
"it was mayo."
"what? that's impossible! isn't it?" resurrected wreck was startled.
"he emerged from the woods, and though i had never seen him clearly before, his silhouette was strikingly familiar. i stopped, and he spoke. i couldn't make out the words, but i recognized the sound of his voice instantly. there is no doubt. it was mayo, standing there on the path in front of me."
several women gasped.
"i said hello to him, and asked if he was going to the castle to see the lovelies, too. the minute i said that, he stepped toward me, much faster than i expected, and i saw his face. he was sneering, and snarled out the word 'lovelies' with such bile in his tone. then a look entered his eyes, and even though we were standing in the gloom of the forest, i could see it clearly, and it shook me to my core. i honestly feared for my life."
he looked around at the women, his friends, and was not surprised to see their reactions to the tale he recounted. outrage mingled with disbelief, grief with fear.
"and then he just vanished. i don't know how he did it, but one moment he was before me, the next i was alone on the path. i hurried here, and now you tell me that lord mayo is trapped, a prisoner in his own manse."
"it's true," arabella spoke up, her voice tremulous. "if you could have but seen his reaction to me entering his room, there would be no doubt that he could be lying."
"oh, i wasn't suggesting that!" bikey hastened to reassure her. "no, in fact, my thought was that i have just encountered lord mayo's captor, face to face."
'Night, J and Mustard :)
goodnight J
see you next time
Goodnight guys
Sweet dreams mustard and OPJ *HUG*
Oh!
MJ, Happy Birthday :) I hope it was a good one!
I'm turning in too, just peeped in one last time before I go to bed.
Have a great night, everyone :)
OH TJ!!!
how clever!
and Bikey is so brave!
Oh wow I can't wait to see how it continues
well, i'm off again -- have to do my nightly bit for the good of hyrule. i'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter together, and i hope you guys like it.
see you all later. :)
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goodnight MJ RW Mustard - sleep well and wake refreshed
must be nearing the blog witching hour
thanks, ergo! :D
Goodnight RW and TJ!
Weaver Girl, I'm sorry hun, I'm not following.
I'm glad, Anon, thank you. ^_^
Paperheart, I'm glad you enjoyed it, too. And you're right, the mood of the poem is dark, but it ends in hope ("bringing rain") and, in the dark world of "unreal cities" it still manages to end in peace. ("Shantih shantih shantih") It's beautiful, right?
TJ, well done. But you shouldn't be posting creative stuff on here like that. It's far too long and takes up too much space. ;D
Well, I'm off to bed now, guys. Have a good night. ^_^
It is Kapunua! I'm really interested his poetry!
Good night K!
<3
goodnight kapunua sleep tight
The feelings I don't have I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have,
neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
you'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
Anonymous, that poem actually made me feel tingly. It's like a thinking one. I think I shall post it on my blog.
some people just have to prove a point don't they?
After researching that poem, I love how it's about a specific gender. HAHA.
Well PH, I think what I love best about The Waste Lands is the juxtaposition of two very separate moods and how he makes them work. Did you catch the references to th many myths, legends and pieces of literature in there? There was Greek, Egyptian, there was Hamlet and many other of the Elizabethan and Jacobean tragedies. Well, basically he took these legendary settings and situations and he merged them with the cities of modern life. The coolest part about it is how the rhythm changes between the two so it's not completely merged.
Take a look at how the rhyme and meter both change right smack in the middle of "The Fire Sermon." The poem speaks to myth and legend in almost free verse, right? Then comes the part about the woman and her lover. She's bored, she doesn't even like him. This is all a part of her routine and she wants to get it over with. Him, well, his vanity requires no response. During that section the rhyme goes to ABAB to represent the dull pattern.
See the genius isn't just in the words, it's in the rhythm of the poem too.
AMazing, right?
Okay! I really have to get to sleep.
Again, good night. (Sweet ladies, good night, good night!)
Do your research, its D.H. Lawrence.
Kapunua, that's a lot to take in when the clock is nearing 1 am. I really did enjoy reading it. I think I want to study poetry. It's always interested me, but it takes a lot for me to understand it.
anon that is quite an intriguing poem, very thought provoking
I just saw Panic at the Disco's new clip and song - pretty cool
Diversion:
This is good, I promise
"His collected works represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanizing effects of modernity and industrialization. In them, Lawrence confronts issues relating to emotional health and vitality, spontaneity, sexuality, and human instinct."
^^ i did my research.
Anima, my computer won't load it! :(
Kapunua you slept with your English teacher, didn't you? Because you really fit the bill for the girl who slept with her English teacher.
anon that's a stupid thing to suggest, if you can't be more civil don't bother
Anonymous, now is neither the time, nor the place.
Just because Kapunua's smart, you assume that she "slept with her english teacher"? I'm 'smart' in math, does that mean that I slept with my math teacher? NOOOOOO.
Is this more to your liking anon?
All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards
me
when my heart feels kindly towards her,
and there shall be the soft, soft tremor as of unheard bells between us.
It is all I ask.
I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting
on being loved, when there is no love in them.
Leave Kapunua alone.
See what happens when you lurk before bed? You have to come back. ;)
Anonymous said...
Kapunua you slept with your English teacher, didn't you? Because you really fit the bill for the girl who slept with her English teacher.
No, anon, I did not.
I did sleep with Shakespeare, though. At least that was the rumor around college.*
*I started it.
I'm sorry PH, it's just a youtube video.
If you can go there, look for "The Cure" "Charlotte Sometimes."
Goodnight everyone.
♥
♥
Anima
Anon @ 1:27:
A very well thought-provoking poem. I like it! Goodnight K, RW, MJ. Goodnight and sweet dreams J. RW, hard to believe, but yeah, he's 41.
goodnight anima sweet dreams
Goodnight Anima. Sweet dreams.
♥
Anon at 1:44, Kapunua sounds like the violent lashing woman in that poem. And that's a shame. Mayo liked her and if any one as going to reach him it would be her. But her bitchiness ruined it for everybody here.
Awwh I must find it Anima!
Sweet Dreams!
Ergo, ha ha, we said the exact same thing :D
Well she fits the bill for sleeping with her English teacher. That's all I meant. I didn't say it to mean that she was smart. That came out wrong too. I can't explain.
Anon at 1:47 I feel like I missed something. Where did Mayo EVER say he hated K?
Anonymous at 1:47, Kapunua's "bitchiness" did not ruin anything. If anything was ruined by anything, it was ruined by anonymous' who tried to start things and ruin it all for everyone.
(sorry if that makes no sense, it's hard to comprehend what you want to say when you're very tired)
First anon at 1:49, explain.
oooh BC "snap"
anon it's not coming out right, perhaps you should just drop it.
anon II seeing as we don't know mayo we don't know who could reach him or if he really needs to be reached, but regardless I'm sure he's more intelligent than that
Anons, can you guys just stop already?
Sorry anon at 1:47, I don't agree with you. Bitchiness exists in everyone's personality, you fail to see her other points, the same way that others fail to see the good in Mayo's heart.
Stop generalizing.
He didn't "say" it. He didn't have to "say" it because he "said" it with how he feels about her. At first I thought that was great because she would learn from him and he wold teach her a lesson, to be nicer to "certain" people. But even with Mayo ignoring her and turning down her gifts she still remained bitchy. I feel sorry for her because everyone else can see it but her. Maybe she will get over it one day. But then again maybe it's too late. If Mayo can't teach ner no-one can.
Well I disagree.And until Mayo comes out and says that he doesn't like her, or anyone here, I will keep believing that he does like her and all of us.
Second anon at 1:53, do you even know what you are talking about?
First anon at 1:53 is right. What do you mean by "the same way that others fail to see the good in Mayo's heart." We see the good, we see the bad.
Anon at 1:53, when will YOU ever learn?
You cannot "teach" anyone a lesson, they "learn" it for themselves when "they" are ready.
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