WELL FUCK YOU EMOTIVE APATHY AND THE IMAGINARIUM YOU STOLE.
I KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN YOU SON OF A BITCH AND I HAVE GROWN QUITE BORED WITH THE FEELING OF TREADING WATER;
WAITING FOR THAT ONE THING TO OCCUR THAT IS SUPPOSED TO CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER, SUPPOSED TO VERIFY MY NAME, MAKE ME WHOLE, MAKE ME REAL.
MY FLICKERING REEL FADES MONOCHROMATIC.
a very powerful an impassioned post from you setaside. these little pieces quoted above stood out for me.
they also made me think about an exceptional post by goulet from last week....a kind of two sides of similar if not the same coin. or perhaps its just a theme i have in my mind at the moment that makes most everything else i look at lately somehow serve as the means to my own end. if that be the case my apologies to both you and goulet for my subjective interpretation.
in any case, as always i've enjoyed your offering and look forward to many more.
And P.S. Radar: it was lovely and all kinds of spiffy to see your ugly mug around here again. Please come back. We miss you. And these nice people (nuts but nice) tire of my tirades. They need you now.
SETA
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
LEIA: Han, we need you!
HAN: We?
LEIA: Yes.
HAN: Oh, what about you need?
LEIA: (mystified) I need? I don't know what you're talking about.
HAN: (shakes his head, fed up) You probably don't.
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley LEIA: Han, we need you!
HAN: We?
LEIA: Yes.
HAN: Oh, what about you need?
LEIA: (mystified) I need? I don't know what you're talking about.
HAN: (shakes his head, fed up) You probably don't.
Yea yea, whatever...
like did you know that "bebop will get you through times of no dope better than dope will get you through times of no bebop!'
Let's see... I have a few to answer here.. been slackinG!
TOYWOMAN: I am always about the toys. Although I am sure they are not the ones miss firefairy speaks of.
Firefairy: your holy shit post count continues to rise (dear lord WHAT are you at again?) and the fact that you still take time out to come over here and read my drivel means a lot. Thanks. LOL and you know, in vBCode, it's possible to cause a sentence to scroll up or down or move right to left, but they have turned that off on this board. :( too bad too, it would have been way WAY too much fun. I would have abused the living daylights out of it, which is why they disabled it, I am sure.
tenaciousA: completely different from the ballerina, yes ma'am, though perhaps not so utterly opposite... but truly one is certainly about me and one is mostly not. And I love adverbs, I don't care WHAT they teach in writing school.
kevin33: while I do know my IQ, I don't really put stock into those things. LOL and the fact that my number dropped 10 points since I was a kid proves it. But if you must know, the metal evaporative and Pulse Code Modulation are video recording terms. Metal evaporative is the type of magnetic tape that Digital Video is recorded on. Look for it in stores. It will say ME on the wrapper... Pulse Code Modulation is the section and language of the tape that records the sound. In camcorder manuals it is referred to as PCM 12bit or 16bit. Quick little school there. Sigh. But now it's lost all its mystery. :( and if you REALLY want to know my IQ I'll post it here or PM you. LOL.
RADAR: I love you. Mostly. Empire was the greatest of the 3, of COURSE. Even though the space battles in Jedi were incredible. here's hoping the new trilogy (which I hear is to be released as a DVD box set soon) gets done PROPERLY. And I hope you are well and I often wonder what you really think about all this writing on this thread. I also hope you grew rich in Vegas and can now support all of us hereabouts. I want to quite my job.
Gita: Like Marvin Gaye or Ron Jeremy?
13PJ13: I have no idea why you continue to put up with my shit. But I am glad you do.
I have still that OTHER unresolved, unfinished and increasingly infuriating piece that has yet to be posted... hopefully it won't SUCK.
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by setaside2
I have still that OTHER unresolved, unfinished and increasingly infuriating piece that has yet to be posted... hopefully it won't SUCK.
seta
I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT!!!!!! Your poerty rocks, it certainly doesn't suck!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Don't quit! It's tough sometimes but its just a test to get
you through the distraction of something else. That's all.
DON'T QUIT!! Please don't be upset with me, I was trying to
do the right thing. Please forgive me? Of course we could have
been friends as I'd like to remain. Don't be mad!~ Believe
me I was not a happy camper having to exspound either. BUT!
as horrible as it seems what good news for us! But I'll under-
stand your feelings nonetheless. You know, I'm going through
something similar, perhaps we could create a substitute for love.
Originally posted by setaside2 a special font for Being Enlightened.
we shall see my dear. I have written many a piece of crap pome in my time. There is no guarantee of quality ever.
and as per your PM the other day, LOL perhaps I'll take you up on your offer sometime. Should circumstances permit.
it is good to see you up and around.
I'm not educated in font manipulation yet, so a response in a special colour for you!
#1 - One man's crap is another man's gold!
#2 - Should circumstances permit...
#3 - Thanks! I am up & around but frequent the board a little less due to certain unsavory work-related circumstances.
#4 - All the best - "I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places, that this heart of mine embraces all day through. In that small cafe, the park across the way, the chilren's carousel, the chesnut tree, the wishing well..."
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by setaside2
RADAR: I love you. Mostly. Empire was the greatest of the 3, of COURSE. Even though the space battles in Jedi were incredible. here's hoping the new trilogy (which I hear is to be released as a DVD box set soon) gets done PROPERLY. And I hope you are well and I often wonder what you really think about all this writing on this thread. I also hope you grew rich in Vegas and can now support all of us hereabouts. I want to quite my job.
Alas, don't expect me to show up at your door with keys to a Lambhorgini stuffed with the roundy-round mouths and boobs of every European super model and say, "Here's what I won in Vegas! Please take it as a reward for all your kind words!"
Vegas was nice. I came. I saw. I spanked. Then she came. Great fun.
The latest I heard about the OT (Original Trilogy) DVD was that they're looking for a late 2004 release date. Episode III will be in May 2005, and this will pump up anticipation to unearthly levels. Expect the trailor of Ep III about this time next year. I know I'll be expecting it greatly. Even heard that they've reworked the lightsabers for Obi and Vader's duel so they're brighter and less frizzled. Whoa. Also heard that Chewie's fur is nothing but a collection of Han's pubic hairs that Chewie salvaged from his underwear over the years. Whoa.
I have little doubt that Ep III is going to be the BEST MOVIE EVER.
What do I think about all the writing on this thread? I quote my favortie Imperial Officer Admiral Piett: "Thank you, Lord Vader."
This piece was originally posted in the very beginning and it wasn't posted in it's complete state. It wasn't fully typed in. I can't believe I allowed that to happen. While I go kill myself, read this as it was meant to be read.
RETALIATION/
broken aviation
She sat in her corner
Folding industriously,
Of course,
A piece of college ruled.
Just finished dusting
And rusted in mind
She let the plane
Wing it’s way through the
Worldly currents provided by
The stainless steel of a heat vent.
It hovered silent,
Slipping upward to
Graze the ceiling with a rush
Of movement
And a wisp of air.
Nose dive,
Graceful still,
It sticks in the carpet tip first.
The fragile cockpit command center
Would have been a wreck
Yet
Paper survives and so
No actual death
She sighed as she reached over
To pick it up
And watched sadly as her father
Entered the room crushing it
Poor thing
With his right heel
“How many times..?”
He asked
“HOW many TIMES?”
He seethed
“HOW MANY TIMES?!”
He flurried
Emphasizing every syllable
Her heart was crushed
With his right heel
She cried for the loss
He grew angrier
So misunderstood it seems
The both of them
He exploded
She flinched
He shouted
She screamed
And they ate dinner
Parenthood it seems
Is a compound word
Meaning hypocrisy
Teenage it seems
Is merely a two syllable word
She discontinued the situation
In the interest of dinner
One argues with no stomach
When running on one that is empty
A Roman thought
For an American girl
She was special
And yet in the end
She wasn’t anything new
Her tragedy…
She was an American legacy
Fancied herself a cinematic event
Even a star shining dimly
Somewhere in the overview of
The estimated timed arrivals
Her tragedy…
As any other star
Who died in a violent plane crash
Who died in the throes
A part of our woes
Those who died in the arms of the country
That reared
Rejected
Realized and
Revered them
In time she may have been as such
Was such
So we may suppose
As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her
Than anything her shades
Could have protected her from
Her nickname: bent reality
Depression her bitter arrow
The paper airplane her downward fall
Surround her
Around her
Underground her
Love spoke spatters
Poetry with edges roughly hewn
Untaught and dissolute
Deluded
Diluted
Drowned in misconception
Folded by shaking hands
Into yet another paper airplane
Shy and slight
Made in the image of its creator
It flew as predicted
Shy and slight
With eyes alight
Youthful effervescence
Evanescence
The faded truth of a tradition broken by lack of faith
Communication
Built upon the familiar
The Familiar
She was fire and her plane was hot
Gliding to a gentle stop on the corner
Of the baked brick and mahogany mantel
Above the fireplace
It teetered there as if deciding
Was it tired of the air?
Momentarily, as time slowed to a pin point,
It leapt off the edge in a spiraling swirl
The room itself swayed and spun in jealousy
Her eyes following it into and just beyond
The lip of a trash can
That sat adjacent to the white leather sofa or rather
Just behind it
There was a thunder of fury at her back as her father entered the room
Reaching for the trash can
Desperate
Seeking to find the cause of his irrationality
Her heart was crushed in his right fist and he threw it on the table
Her hair flew upward in a golden arc
As the violence struck her broadside giving her the crimson rush
Her arm slowly rose to midshoulder height
As she held an oblong
Reflective
Somehow metallic object in her hand
Something she had only just thought of what seemed like hours ago
It glinted
Catching his eye...
As it rose toward the ceiling
He flinched believeing it her retaliation
To his already dawning realization that he might have made a mistake
And to his unconscious prayers unbidden in an effort to karmically appease the Mistakes he has made
There was a flash
A picture of halogen strobe
He stood unable to control what opened in front of him
Speechless as the blood flowed
His eyes widened
Looking around the still spinning living room
As if to find someone to help him out
A saviour for him
And his daughter
He stuttered as she closed her eyes and soared over her right wrist
He started to yell and amazing tears came, blisteringly hot and surprising,
Pleading in a language she couldn't really understand
Never understood
It was all so foreign
She perceived in her somewhat enlightened and lightheaded state
That it was yet another outburst
That was all she knew
The dying know much, however misinterpreted, and she whispered,
"It's the carpet isn't it? You only care about the blood in the carpet"
She knew nothing
Nothing new
A statistic
A Folk Hero
An American legend
A paper airplane.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Anyway you arrange it, it's all good in the hood, Robbin' Hood.
You are an Oxy-Clean, Oxy-Moron, Oxy-Genius.
This one is a quiet riot, a whispered scream, a controlled trembling, a healthy disease, A Royale with cheese.
Comments
what's to be confused about miss firefairy dear?
and I intend to write on, dammit.
me
toy?? did someone mention toys???
a very powerful an impassioned post from you setaside. these little pieces quoted above stood out for me.
they also made me think about an exceptional post by goulet from last week....a kind of two sides of similar if not the same coin. or perhaps its just a theme i have in my mind at the moment that makes most everything else i look at lately somehow serve as the means to my own end. if that be the case my apologies to both you and goulet for my subjective interpretation.
in any case, as always i've enjoyed your offering and look forward to many more.
LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING IT!!!
THANK YOU!!!
ooh discovered a new color. how neat. how sad it's a form of pink.
And P.S. Radar: it was lovely and all kinds of spiffy to see your ugly mug around here again. Please come back. We miss you. And these nice people (nuts but nice) tire of my tirades. They need you now.
SETA
I LOVE THE COLOR PINK and hear tell "the King" wore pink panties when he ate "nanny" sandwiches manwhiches.
Prescilla.... Oh, man....Get your corn dog and get the hell out of the kings way..HHHHHUUUHHH!
Seta,
Your imaginarium would look great in my planetarium!!
I'll take that as it's meant.
this is much different from the gal on the billboard riser...
oh man, oh man, oh man
MY ROSE IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS...
YOUR BELONGING IS AT AN END...
A NEW PEN...
AS IF MY SALT LANDED FLAT AND UNSOWN....
THESE DAYS MY SHADOW HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
THESE DAYS GATHERED IN A DARKER CORNER AWAITING NOTICE.
WAITING FOR THAT ONE THING TO OCCUR THAT IS SUPPOSED TO CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER, SUPPOSED TO VERIFY MY NAME, MAKE ME WHOLE, MAKE ME REAL.
OH THIS TAPE YOU BRING SO SLY SO STUTTERING SO STUCK.
i'll use the straw.
(the light goes out)
see you tomorrow kiddo. [/B][/quote]
i daresay i can most wholeheartedly relate, seta... this is angry... peace to you... mad peace
half of these words i never even heard before
i thought this poetry gig was about beer and trailer parties
your awesome
i did find one problem
what the heck is a fore or a score
you abe or something?
LEIA: Han, we need you!
HAN: We?
LEIA: Yes.
HAN: Oh, what about you need?
LEIA: (mystified) I need? I don't know what you're talking about.
HAN: (shakes his head, fed up) You probably don't.
he's too modest to answer. lol.
but trust me, he's a smart cookie
Well then,,,,
..let's get it on then my brother, like marvin gaye
Yea yea, whatever...
like did you know that "bebop will get you through times of no dope better than dope will get you through times of no bebop!'
TOYWOMAN: I am always about the toys. Although I am sure they are not the ones miss firefairy speaks of.
Firefairy: your holy shit post count continues to rise (dear lord WHAT are you at again?) and the fact that you still take time out to come over here and read my drivel means a lot. Thanks. LOL and you know, in vBCode, it's possible to cause a sentence to scroll up or down or move right to left, but they have turned that off on this board. :( too bad too, it would have been way WAY too much fun. I would have abused the living daylights out of it, which is why they disabled it, I am sure.
tenaciousA: completely different from the ballerina, yes ma'am, though perhaps not so utterly opposite... but truly one is certainly about me and one is mostly not. And I love adverbs, I don't care WHAT they teach in writing school.
kevin33: while I do know my IQ, I don't really put stock into those things. LOL and the fact that my number dropped 10 points since I was a kid proves it. But if you must know, the metal evaporative and Pulse Code Modulation are video recording terms. Metal evaporative is the type of magnetic tape that Digital Video is recorded on. Look for it in stores. It will say ME on the wrapper... Pulse Code Modulation is the section and language of the tape that records the sound. In camcorder manuals it is referred to as PCM 12bit or 16bit. Quick little school there. Sigh. But now it's lost all its mystery. :( and if you REALLY want to know my IQ I'll post it here or PM you. LOL.
RADAR: I love you. Mostly. Empire was the greatest of the 3, of COURSE. Even though the space battles in Jedi were incredible. here's hoping the new trilogy (which I hear is to be released as a DVD box set soon) gets done PROPERLY. And I hope you are well and I often wonder what you really think about all this writing on this thread. I also hope you grew rich in Vegas and can now support all of us hereabouts. I want to quite my job.
Gita: Like Marvin Gaye or Ron Jeremy?
13PJ13: I have no idea why you continue to put up with my shit. But I am glad you do.
I have still that OTHER unresolved, unfinished and increasingly infuriating piece that has yet to be posted... hopefully it won't SUCK.
seta
I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT!!!!!! Your poerty rocks, it certainly doesn't suck!
we shall see my dear. I have written many a piece of crap pome in my time. There is no guarantee of quality ever.
and as per your PM the other day, LOL perhaps I'll take you up on your offer sometime. Should circumstances permit.
it is good to see you up and around.
you through the distraction of something else. That's all.
DON'T QUIT!! Please don't be upset with me, I was trying to
do the right thing. Please forgive me? Of course we could have
been friends as I'd like to remain. Don't be mad!~ Believe
me I was not a happy camper having to exspound either. BUT!
as horrible as it seems what good news for us! But I'll under-
stand your feelings nonetheless. You know, I'm going through
something similar, perhaps we could create a substitute for love.
I'm not educated in font manipulation yet, so a response in a special colour for you!
#1 - One man's crap is another man's gold!
#2 - Should circumstances permit...
#3 - Thanks! I am up & around but frequent the board a little less due to certain unsavory work-related circumstances.
#4 - All the best - "I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places, that this heart of mine embraces all day through. In that small cafe, the park across the way, the chilren's carousel, the chesnut tree, the wishing well..."
as it were.
I don't do chestnut trees.
wishing wells, on the other hand.
and #2? al..........................right.
and while one man's crap is another's gold...
Alas, don't expect me to show up at your door with keys to a Lambhorgini stuffed with the roundy-round mouths and boobs of every European super model and say, "Here's what I won in Vegas! Please take it as a reward for all your kind words!"
Vegas was nice. I came. I saw. I spanked. Then she came. Great fun.
The latest I heard about the OT (Original Trilogy) DVD was that they're looking for a late 2004 release date. Episode III will be in May 2005, and this will pump up anticipation to unearthly levels. Expect the trailor of Ep III about this time next year. I know I'll be expecting it greatly. Even heard that they've reworked the lightsabers for Obi and Vader's duel so they're brighter and less frizzled. Whoa. Also heard that Chewie's fur is nothing but a collection of Han's pubic hairs that Chewie salvaged from his underwear over the years. Whoa.
I have little doubt that Ep III is going to be the BEST MOVIE EVER.
What do I think about all the writing on this thread? I quote my favortie Imperial Officer Admiral Piett: "Thank you, Lord Vader."
RETALIATION/
broken aviation
She sat in her corner
Folding industriously,
Of course,
A piece of college ruled.
Just finished dusting
And rusted in mind
She let the plane
Wing it’s way through the
Worldly currents provided by
The stainless steel of a heat vent.
It hovered silent,
Slipping upward to
Graze the ceiling with a rush
Of movement
And a wisp of air.
Nose dive,
Graceful still,
It sticks in the carpet tip first.
The fragile cockpit command center
Would have been a wreck
Yet
Paper survives and so
No actual death
She sighed as she reached over
To pick it up
And watched sadly as her father
Entered the room crushing it
Poor thing
With his right heel
“How many times..?”
He asked
“HOW many TIMES?”
He seethed
“HOW MANY TIMES?!”
He flurried
Emphasizing every syllable
Her heart was crushed
With his right heel
She cried for the loss
He grew angrier
So misunderstood it seems
The both of them
He exploded
She flinched
He shouted
She screamed
And they ate dinner
Parenthood it seems
Is a compound word
Meaning hypocrisy
Teenage it seems
Is merely a two syllable word
She discontinued the situation
In the interest of dinner
One argues with no stomach
When running on one that is empty
A Roman thought
For an American girl
She was special
And yet in the end
She wasn’t anything new
Her tragedy…
She was an American legacy
Fancied herself a cinematic event
Even a star shining dimly
Somewhere in the overview of
The estimated timed arrivals
Her tragedy…
As any other star
Who died in a violent plane crash
Who died in the throes
A part of our woes
Those who died in the arms of the country
That reared
Rejected
Realized and
Revered them
In time she may have been as such
Was such
So we may suppose
As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her
Than anything her shades
Could have protected her from
Her nickname: bent reality
Depression her bitter arrow
The paper airplane her downward fall
Surround her
Around her
Underground her
Love spoke spatters
Poetry with edges roughly hewn
Untaught and dissolute
Deluded
Diluted
Drowned in misconception
Folded by shaking hands
Into yet another paper airplane
Shy and slight
Made in the image of its creator
It flew as predicted
Shy and slight
With eyes alight
Youthful effervescence
Evanescence
The faded truth of a tradition broken by lack of faith
Communication
Built upon the familiar
The Familiar
She was fire and her plane was hot
Gliding to a gentle stop on the corner
Of the baked brick and mahogany mantel
Above the fireplace
It teetered there as if deciding
Was it tired of the air?
Momentarily, as time slowed to a pin point,
It leapt off the edge in a spiraling swirl
The room itself swayed and spun in jealousy
Her eyes following it into and just beyond
The lip of a trash can
That sat adjacent to the white leather sofa or rather
Just behind it
There was a thunder of fury at her back as her father entered the room
Reaching for the trash can
Desperate
Seeking to find the cause of his irrationality
Her heart was crushed in his right fist and he threw it on the table
Her hair flew upward in a golden arc
As the violence struck her broadside giving her the crimson rush
Her arm slowly rose to midshoulder height
As she held an oblong
Reflective
Somehow metallic object in her hand
Something she had only just thought of what seemed like hours ago
It glinted
Catching his eye...
As it rose toward the ceiling
He flinched believeing it her retaliation
To his already dawning realization that he might have made a mistake
And to his unconscious prayers unbidden in an effort to karmically appease the Mistakes he has made
There was a flash
A picture of halogen strobe
He stood unable to control what opened in front of him
Speechless as the blood flowed
His eyes widened
Looking around the still spinning living room
As if to find someone to help him out
A saviour for him
And his daughter
He stuttered as she closed her eyes and soared over her right wrist
He started to yell and amazing tears came, blisteringly hot and surprising,
Pleading in a language she couldn't really understand
Never understood
It was all so foreign
She perceived in her somewhat enlightened and lightheaded state
That it was yet another outburst
That was all she knew
The dying know much, however misinterpreted, and she whispered,
"It's the carpet isn't it? You only care about the blood in the carpet"
She knew nothing
Nothing new
A statistic
A Folk Hero
An American legend
A paper airplane.
You are an Oxy-Clean, Oxy-Moron, Oxy-Genius.
This one is a quiet riot, a whispered scream, a controlled trembling, a healthy disease, A Royale with cheese.
I saaaaaaaaaaaaay four stars out of five
without it's ending
As she trusted her fancies
More pink and real
More sunset and starlight
More scented and full
Than anything he bedroom window
Could have provided her
what page of this thread is the original on, seta?
TOUCHE pussy cat.
and tenacious, the original BUT UNFINISHED version is on the first page if you're like me and doin the 40 thread/posts per page bit.
I had forgotten, at the time, to finish typing it up. I don't know how that happened.
This piece is about, oh, 8 years old and has been with me through a lot. I swear to god that little girl lives on somewhere within me...
Radar, I love you man.
creepiER
Especially since he used a smilie with a tongue.
Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
i like the paper aeroplane images a lot
and tenacious, GREAT new word. I shall incorporate immediately into my vocabulary.
AntiGenderGenesis
LOL