Ophelia's Nun

DopeBeastie

meaning:

that quality of force, emotional or physical, which registers on any given person or thing's being.

a hammer means something to the nail
the nail means something to the wood


my love means something to me
my love means something to my Ex
my love means something to my mother, inadvertently, because her daughter is happy to share in it... but she is as of yet, unaware how deeply it strikes me.

but my love means nothing to my brother, who is a cynic by day and a pessimist by night... my love has no meaning there

my poetry has meaning, but...
to me, most, first
to you, perhaps second, third, whatever
and none whatsoever to everyone who hasn't wasted their time with it...

so, following this line of thought,

everything that affects me has meaning

meaning is that which affects



love and peace to the lurver's

FinsburyParkCarrots

:D:D

Thanks, Pasta babe!

albino_rocker

. . . you know far too many long words. . . i mean . . . i know sum long words . . .but (being 15) i tend to have trouble incorperating them into everyday life . . . or spelling them, for that matter.

I'd love to make some valuable comment . . . but i'm not going to. Adios.

I wanted to rhyme.
But didn't have time,
my shoe is inanimate,
i'm gonna somke that hallibet.

ah ha ha ha ha. Yes . . .maybe i'll change thingy now . . .

albino_rocker

wahoodidiley day! I'm an animal. yay. calloo calai, oh [can't spell that word] day!indeed . . . damn you, Fins, with your insane amount of posts. . .

FinsburyParkCarrots

"Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong yiddle eye po
Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong yiddle eye po
Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong yiddle eye po
Ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong ying tong yiddle eye po"

Ah, the genius of Spike Milligan!

Thanks, Jon!

DopeBeastie

hey, i like halibut

albino_rocker

that's . . . er . . . nice . . . fins. . .

i'm glad you like halibet. . .

i'm very bored
i'm going to eat soon
my legs have been clawed
buy a cat that is . . . fat. . .

FinsburyParkCarrots

(albino_rocker and my nephew corduroy_vedder are in a band together.)

So, albino_rocker, when are you and corduroy going to share some more lyrics with us?

bambi girl

i have been 'directed' onto this thread


i'd share some poetry, but my poetry book got lost somewhere, which i am gutted about, oooh, maybe it was stolen, like eddies lyric book.....yeah i bet. :rolleyes:


was it you?

corduroy_vedder

Never Unkie FINS, neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

nah we'll put some on, when we feel we have it a high note!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Wasn't me, it wasn't me
I'd not steal honey from a bee

But I could tell you a few stories about poetry thieves over the centuries...



Lizi, feel free to contribute anytime!

DopeBeastie

i've known bambi longer than any of you fekkas :P



she's a good writer...

i wonder if i have that "naff" thing on the old board still
sitting in dope's inbox or something

bambi girl

thanks fins

and....may i just say, you are very chirpy today, like the birds in my garden

bambi girl

Originally posted by PastaNazi
i've known bambi longer than any of you fekkas :P



she's a good writer...

i wonder if i have that "naff" thing on the old board still
sitting in dope's inbox or something

confused??? but.....you changed your name and never told me? who are you!!!! haha....

:( :( :(

DopeBeastie

pm should sorta clear things up a bit...


shame on you fins...

i told you to tell bambi HI for me



tsk TSK!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Oi! You lot! More poetry and less fekkin' chattin'! This thread's too fekkin' big as it is!

DopeBeastie

to goad an egg
come out it's shell
on it's own
to this fools hell
tis to
make the talc
turn back to rock
long after it
went all to chalk

FinsburyParkCarrots

My blind tongue
knows of the stag cry
the windroar of mountaincaves
the nightslaves to winterchill
the killers on the pilgrim road
and the seers who died with the bracken turning red

and my blind tongue
speaks of the young sun
and gods in each birdflight
and it tears up an old heart
and it's courted a dead soul
and it's scolded wild eyes
danced for new days
and best cursed the joys that fled
and cursed them dead

and my tongue tells of woods before they fell
and my tongue speaks the old tongue for me still

and my blind tongue
once tasted a corpsehair
and scared off a mad cur
and started an enterprise for quislings,
sizzling
now in the beautiful hell I helped them down to
(ha ha)

and my blind tongue
has rested on the old stone
the foam of the first sea
the breadth of the country
hill to glen
and then
my tongue became the landbridge
that first brought you here

and my tongue fashioned tinker
fashioned whore
and my blind tongue was every crowd in prayer

and my blind tongue
sang for the springlarch
and sang for mad Sweeny
and told where the birds swam
and followed sounds
everyeveryeverytime the churchbell
rang to me
my calling
my dumb calling
profound

my blind tongue
my blind tongue

* * * * * * *


(PS... there's music to that )

tenaciousA

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
To provide colours from a different portrait you have to steal them from someone's canvas first, picking their dried crust off flake by flake and hoping to stick them onto another painting by sheer violent pressure. It won't work.

Neither will imitating too closely or aberrantly decoding the compositional hue of another's work, work. The off-orange degrades itself in its aim of tainting the original.

But fresh paint of any colour is welcome. This is an interactive (but, I hasten to add, not a communal!) effort, in pursuit of capturing the true light and dynamics of Ophelia's nun's mythical red tomato. True vivacity of fusing creative energies across the world is our artistic dream. But some negative interaction impedes this multicoloured web of mixed-media affinities. Love is all we need anywhere to make work work.

Love to all,
Fins

are you CERTAIN it's NOT communal???
that is to ask...
are you SURE
and if so...
HOW so??? Hmmmm??? Hmmmm???


sssshhhhhhhh mr. carrots... you're feeling sleeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyy....



my palatte overflows with chips and flecks from other ppl's portraits... humanity and the social brain dictate it must be so...

no man is an island
and while
i am NO man
still, I like man
er... men...
er... a man...

ummm...


ANYWAY


these chips and flecks made fluid with copious amounts of my own solvent, yes? i can guess that there may be one or two test tube bubble babies out there, but ain't none of em poetic genius
they're prolly lucky if they know how to use a fork....

not that there's anything wrong with using your fingers, still...


fuck yeah, baby




fuck yeah and

tenaciousA

see that quote, btw -


i STOLE it from setaside2







see?



(fucking thief)