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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Starflock dawn
    a cipher

    book of the dead

    and here and here and here
    new deaths

    hieroglyphs of fading light
    winged away with new birds

    but oh, what life
    now
    to die

    at last

    in a beautiful dawn
  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    that one.......I think I understand......like an undertaker......who's gone out of business
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Pathos becomes a formula
    and you're reduced to a vignette;
    the son of a father in Lemnos;
    a poppy cut down by a blade;
    A bit part in an aristeia
    by a hero no-one can prove to have existed,
    a possibility of a tale
    amid what's left of looted graves.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Algernon Trott discovered a spot
    (-Discovered a WHAT?)
    Discovered a spot
    on his chin, on his dimple
    a rubbery pimple
    (-Did you say a PIMPLE?)
    It's all very simple.
    He squashed and he squashed and he squashed and he squashed
    (-How much of a squash?)
    Until it went 'splosh'
    and he rubbed it with ham
    and he rubbed it with jam
    (-What kind of jam?)
    Why,
    Pearl Jam
    of course
    stoooooooooooooooooopid.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    The nights of frost are clear.
    Andromeda's vast:
    The fens writhe piqued in the glow
    And will' o' the wisps light the unlit track
    down to Bryon's Pool.

    February undecided to be winter or spring,
    I make up its mind:
    I whisper as my words make vapour trails.
    I am by the lake's night language.
    Here I'll will a world into being.

    There's something I've said about river glimmers,
    How moonlit reflections, dances,
    could drug. But no: I know now I'm learning
    the cipher in the stream
    is what you write as yourself for tomorrow:

    You can turn magic into action:
    Take the starlit water, the pleasant roadside ghosts,
    and know, now know,
    Love's nature is not in hidden pools of indolence.
    It is in the writing of codes from the river;
    the scripting
    of buildings
    of oceans.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Historical Actor

    I've tried hard to play the urgent sage,
    Warning minds against complacency.
    In my youth I prowled stage after stage
    Desperate to fill some vacancy
    Behind the eyes of some, to make them see
    Just how their thoughts are bought and sold for them.
    I played the heroes who in history
    Claimed to know man's saving strategem.

    But now, when conversations on Iraq
    and Bush's hopes of re-election take
    life's centre-stage, I find I turn my back
    on my long hoped-for audience; I can't fake
    Resemblance of some conman of the past
    Who claimed to be the great iconoclast.
  • Barroom Hero
    Barroom Hero Posts: 76
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Historical Actor

    I've tried hard to play the urgent sage,
    Warning minds against complacency.
    In my youth I prowled stage after stage
    Desperate to fill some vacancy
    Behind the eyes of some, to make them see
    Just how their thoughts are bought and sold for them.
    I played the heroes who in history
    Claimed to know man's saving strategem.

    But now, when conversations on Iraq
    and Bush's hopes of re-election take
    life's centre-stage, I find I turn my back
    on my long hoped-for audience; I can't fake
    Resemblance of some conman of the past
    Who claimed to be the great iconoclast.

    Oh I love the sudden turn into the present.

    It seems like Iraq and Bush's re-election are implied to be mindless subjects to the speaker, which leads me to believe that is why the speaker does not wish to hold the audience he once hoped for.
    Liberal Douchebags that Blame Bush for Everything are Useless Pieces of Trash. I Shit on You.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by Barroom Hero
    Oh I love the sudden turn into the present.

    It seems like Iraq and Bush's re-election are implied to be mindless subjects to the speaker, which leads me to believe that is why the speaker does not wish to hold the audience he once hoped for.

    It could well be read like that, or it occurs to me that the speaker is hearing new political discourses that are vitally relevant to him, and he feels he must stop using certain cliches of revolutionary dissent - which time after time have been proven specious - to engage with history.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Starflock dawn
    a cipher

    book of the dead

    and here and here and here
    new deaths

    hieroglyphs of fading light
    winged away with new birds

    but oh, what life
    now
    to die

    at last

    in a beautiful dawn

    delightful, your grace.... simply ambrosia :)


    (hiya dyao.... if I may.... squiggles?)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Thank you, dearest pasta. You are well, I hope?

    :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    as right as rain :D
    which, where I live mostly comes from the left... er.... west


    i saw a little green lizard yesterday
    he was cute :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Ray sits in the Labour Club
    smoking at his filter stub,
    chair pulled up too near our table,
    Back to us, shirt showing label.
    Ray keeps wiggling his ears:
    Radar dishes, tuned to cares
    of all us punters in the place.
    When taking notes, he hides his face
    Thinking that we won't cop on!
    I whisper low, "Here, listen, Ron,
    When he goes to get a beer,
    Someone nick his facking chair."
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    satin sound across space
    echoes of bodies over and over
    knowing together the rhythm of the moon

    silken hips move in time
    oh
    slow
    one double nebula sway
    one pulse
    found by chance
    on a parabolic mirror
    slightly readjusted

    sound, mmm
    lunar sound
    lunaluna
    oh feel her gravity
    she's moving now
    sound and energy colours the vision inside
    close my eyes

    golden hair across my chest
    sapphire eyes glittering
    simples of our moon


    astrally
    forever
    in all dimensions
    sounding
    "Bonnie and Clyde....
    Bonnie and Clyde"

    Ahhhh, ispired by Van "The Man" and a certain Jewelly Jewel, I presume! Excellent! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    He eats pretty well for a fella
    Who goes through life groaning
    as if in some perpetual death-climax.
    You'd think he'd look like Hammerhead there.
    In all that wasteful earnestness,
    If he's always at that never-ending
    "o" -ing
    And to-ing and froing,
    Tell me, since he spends all his time in the cafeteria
    Knocking over tables and moaning,
    Just when does he sneak in the time for recovery,
    and what do you give him for dinner?
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
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    Wid an ice skatin' park an a McDonalds+ an' another pit built on just t' make it fit++
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    zapped fat crap up\
    Like an old marshmalla\
    of curses made in de parlour\
    by de teary onion chattin' widowlady\
    wishin' for dah docteedocteedalekmun\
    Who givin' her de last morphine\
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    change000000000000000000change



    Now git up dum stairs, Dalek
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ummm...
    interesting last two here

    what's a Dalek?
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    ummm...
    interesting last two here

    what's a Dalek?

    Hope the link works. This is a Dalek poetry hut on Skaro.

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/treasurehunt/gallery/images/800/daleks.html

    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    The eye strains for shapes,
    parameters of line:
    do you see the way that tree ends?
    Across the flat fens, the eye is moved left to right,
    taking in furrowed rolls of ploughed brown earth
    and potato yield:
    trying to seek contrast with the overarching blue above;
    trying to fit every grain apart from grain,
    every molecule autonomous.
    There is reason, the eye says:
    Knowing how things are by where they start and cease.

    But the sun blurs the eyes
    to see gold in the grooves of black earth
    and dark mist low in a mistless sky;
    just as the wind sounds space through form
    echoing
    the call of a tree homed by cubs and mother
    the flap and chirp and rustle of a Kingfisher in the brambley brook
    and my pulse in my head,
    beating the time of my life to all I behold
    watching the road ahead
    "ascend off into the light" in the present sense
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I shall sleep in a dream of bearded eggs
    and I shall nod sagely at nice crepiscules
    and say today-oh, girl,
    I am more in love with my jewel
    than any shepherd in love with red light on the downs
    and the lo-ing of little ones born in the meadows
    I am so in love with my jewel
    and I shall awake with my pillow a superhighway to the stars
    where her spirit has lain beside me
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    The eye strains for shapes,
    parameters of line:
    do you see the way that tree ends?
    Across the flat fens, the eye is moved left to right,
    taking in furrowed rolls of ploughed brown earth
    and potato yield:
    trying to seek contrast with the overarching blue above;
    trying to fit every grain apart from grain,
    every molecule autonomous.
    There is reason, the eye says:
    Knowing how things are by where they start and cease.

    But the sun blurs the eyes
    to see gold in the grooves of black earth
    and dark mist low in a mistless sky;
    just as the wind sounds space through form
    echoing
    the call of a tree homed by cubs and mother
    the flap and chirp and rustle of a Kingfisher in the brambley brook
    and my pulse in my head,
    beating the time of my life to all I behold
    watching the road ahead
    "ascend off into the light" in the present sense

    you are far from autonotromic...

    this one is sweet, btw :)

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