Ophelia's Nun

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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Car chase! Car chase! Car chase down the cul de sac!
    The fuckas in the baseball caps
    who all look like Eminem
    when he was five
    spliffed up in de mobile
    wid de luminous turbo
    they don't know
    ha ha
    ha ha
    oh lord
    this road ain't goin' nowhere!
    There's a green park wid some trees an stuff
    and the street goes round like an unlucky horseshoe
    and there's only one way back out
    Where de cops is waitin'
    quietly readin' the papers
    an' pickin' de noses
    an' askin' about swappin' shifts sometime later in de week
    an' this is better than walkin' the Lake District for inspiration
    this is better than Dallas!
    Just gotta
    Just gotta see
    How it ends



    ;)
  • erry
    erry Posts: 15
    Wooow.... your words amaze me time after time.
    Your the king of "Poetry, Prose, Music & Art"
    Salute !!!!
    may we all stay most human and most alive
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    'Tis cassia who will always reign supreme,
    her spectacular quinkology rising up through the very earth
    intercepting the computer cable
    and squigglifying the modem
    pulsingeffervescingorangeyness
    spinningexcitationalwheemorphs
    {{{{{{{{{like this}}}}}}}}}

    {{{{{{{{{{{wheee}}}}}}}}}}}

    and giving me the feeling to write.
    Cassia's my boardidol, you know! :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Goodnight, goodnight and may the low
    delicious bodylight in glow
    of your fair lover, moonthralled now
    Entrance where dreams are honey slow.
  • cicatrice
    cicatrice Posts: 20
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Goodnight, goodnight and may the low
    delicious bodylight in glow
    of your fair lover, moonthralled now
    Entrance where dreams are honey slow.

    finsbury..you're deliciously bonkers

    and i love you for it:D
    "heaven doesn't want me
    and hell's afraid i'll take over"

    fear of death is gain

    scratching the walls of my glass coffin,scraping, raping my nails on the glass on the bottom..is there no end? when will this end? if i was u, i'd fucking hate me too

    rock bottom's safest place to be..
    ..you can't fall any further

    life aint a bitch..it's jeffrey dahmer
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    The seas are turning turquoise now
    The reds are turning strawberry
    And fingertips have dented the relief along the Himalayas
    and someone's carefully sellotaped along the equator
    and it still likes to take you to Leningrad
    and hey!, here's the Kinshasa of Mobutu se se Seku
    (with his ocelot hat
    decimating insurgents by gun in the dungeons
    while Ali and Foreman fight above them)
    and that's Idi's Kampala for that matter
    and Betty Ford's drinking in that Washington there
    and Ed is yet to get his first surfing suit in Evanston
    and I'm in my pushchair in Cambridge
    counting abacus beads right there where my finger points now
    with the box wireless on Listen With Mother
    and this globe deserves a spin
    this 12" stereo globe of 1974
    that I got at the car boot sale
    wheeee spin it baby
    I think I can hear "Kung Fu Fighting".....
  • casper leblanc
    casper leblanc Posts: 1,246
    When time is suddenly at hand
    back by dope demand
    you need to find a way
    to fill that blank hole
    so don't delay
    lets loose all controle
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I once lysergically perceived lemons in sunglasses in spaceships flying about Sunderland city centre, trying to attack the Giant Doughnut dragon who lived on the tower of St Peter's Church.
    I never touched that sheeeeet again.

    :D
  • casper leblanc
    casper leblanc Posts: 1,246
    I once was a fab five freddy cat that couldn't land on all fours so the nines lives counted down quickly
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    It's not inside the self-help books you buy
    It's not achieved through therapies you try
    It isn't in your pay or in your drive
    and it doesn't come from fighting to survive
    That isn't you
    You'll never see
    what it ever really means to be
    It's in a dream
    it's in a sound
    That can never reach your ground

    It's out of hand, my friend
    It's out of hand, my friend

    It doesn't come from teaching me your song
    It doesn't stand beside your right or wrong
    It doesn't come from wars that last a year
    and it knows you can't get freedom to appear
    When that's not you
    If you can't find
    The true magic, you're denying with your mind
    It's in a dream
    It's in a sound
    That you can never comprehend

    It's out of hand, my friend
    It's out of hand
    It's out of hand
    You'll never get near
    Never get near to see

    It's out of hand
    It's out of hand

    Believe me
    Believe me now.

    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Who's the crazy bearded old man
    Sweeping up the leaves outside?
    Who's the crazy bearded old man
    Sweeping up the leaves outside?
    He's been there since you wrote out your sermon
    Roping off each tree that's died.

    There's dust that flies inside a lightblade
    It's landing all about your room.
    There's dust that flies inside a lightblade
    It's landing all about your room.
    There's dust, and there's an old man outside
    Laughing at you with his broom.

    There's horses standing sturdy sixstrong
    They crave the weight they work to share
    The old man's horses stand up sixstrong
    They want your weight they work to share
    The churchbell cries to toll an old song
    The Light comes, taking you nowhere.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    They've got umbrella shaped moustaches
    And ears like curtain sashes
    and they wear these yellow suits and tricorn hats

    They've got clogs with lacy buckles
    And long tights with hairy freckles
    and they wear their pinky beards in purple plaits

    and they live on fetuccini
    and this soup that's very greeny
    but always with a fork, not with a spoon

    and that's the truth, my deary
    to your very clever query
    of what the folks are like up on the moon.

    :)
  • Felicity
    Felicity Posts: 339
    i want to talk with you all night about everything i could ever think of including the colours of thoughts and the texture of an idea-the scent of something remembered or the sound of the first front door we can recall.
    i know you'd let me paint your face and dress you up as i wished-like a big dolly that i could do anything i wanted with.
    then you'd help me memorize the poem you wrote on my back upside down and backwards while i chanted<om mani padme hum>buzzing in my chest.
    living within the moment-to-moment and resting when i must like a cat in the sun is all new to me.
    but i want to learn more and do more and feel more than i ever have NOW.
    i'd read to you from my own book and you'd want to hear my voice forever because the sound of it is like water running over small pebbles to your ear.
    you won't even care what i say or sing
    you just want me to fill your aurifices with anything sweet delicious sensuous smellicious like cinnamon or vanilla whipped cream loving and colourful toys.
    lookkkkk what you've done to me.
    see how you've spoiled me for anyone else.
    and i'll feed you naked with symphonic grand music shaking the room-liberating idea germs with every mouthful/kiss/mouthful/kiss

    i-n-s-p-i-r-a-t-i-o-n has defiled me this sunniest of days.
    oh happy rape.
  • Squirrel
    Squirrel Posts: 337
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    I once saw a squirrel
    on St James's Park
    under a tree
    munching a quarter of hash.
    I saw him again,
    the same squirrel,
    about half an hour later,
    head bobbing,
    smiling to himself,
    letting his tail swish about him
    as he went up to say Hi
    to all the lovers in the grass
    making daisy chains
    and doing frisky things under the August sun
    of a London afternoon.
    I saw him meet his friend the pigeon
    whose eyes looked pretty glazed too
    and I saw him go over to the pigeon
    and I swear this to this day
    He said
    "Hey pigeon
    Hey man
    These tourists are beautiful
    They leave presents for us, man"
    and the pigeon said
    "Yeah, goddamn... makes ya wanna fly"
    and the squirrel said
    "Yeahhh, I know how you feel, pigeon"
    and he patted the pigeon's tail
    "Heyyy, yeahhh, hey pigeon mannn, cool"
    And he bobbled off over to Buckingham Palace
    to ask the hotdog sellers outside
    what munchees they had
    for a supersonic squirrel
    from Deltos Alpha Zeta.



    :)

    omg he saw me!! :D

    great writings finsbury...keep posting!!! *hugs*
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    This is apple blossom.
    That's a golden bird.
    There's a river crossing
    in a simple word.

    Here's a willow leaning,
    Lapping on a stream.
    There's a queenbee keening
    in an easy dream.

    Noon's sun flutters, singing
    "Winging butterfly".
    Riverboats come bringing
    mythgleams to the eye.

    Here's my song of summer.
    It's a song of now.
    Simply, it's a shimmer
    of the river's sparkleglow.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    It only takes a well-timed cosmic sneeze
    From her, and she will blow out and away
    The tomes that men with tunnel heart disease
    Will squeeze out of their fingers day by day;
    and in fact her spaces between sneezes
    are where the molecules of image gather
    into inspiration's deepest breezes.
    Sneeze me, breeze me with celestial weather!
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Where the mockingbird glides over oilseed
    And the fatty flies splatter their eggs
    There's a river of lilies and slowweed
    and water that sneaks through the dregs.
    And it's here you should please your beloved:
    climb down on the bank with your fork
    and your waders, and clear out the unmoved
    mass of reeds. Break sweat in work
    and show your love how you can make
    the water rush through for the charge
    of flash greens of the windwinging drake
    freewheeling the dambreaking surge.

    Please, please be sure
    to please your lover. Do. Be.
    Doobeedoobeedoo.

    :)
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Vaccination marks, signed noble birth
    upon the foundling's arm; those welted feet
    that hardly walked a step upon the earth
    speak of dungeoned years, though. Sure, the beat
    of sticks have pummelled at the thighs
    to make them puce and broken. When we squeeze
    Upon his sores he makes no sound, no ragged sighs
    or faces pain might make. We might seize
    His collar, ask his name, but still the stare
    within the blue sees past us: when the flame
    is passed before his eyes, we take care
    to coax his gaze to follow. But the same
    Far distant look from those pale jewels of his
    Sees through our time of fraught contigencies.

    But when's he handed paper and a quill
    the grunting mute will move with grace his hand,
    and roll the quill till looping cyphers fill
    the page. A name, now. "Kaspar Hauser". And
    as if by some compulsion, staring farther
    Out, he chimes these lonely words, slowspoken:
    "I want to be a rider like my father."
    He shuts his eyes. Our light is streaked and broken.
    The prison tower's deeper from inside
    Than walks around the outside might allow.
    The eyes flick open, blazing with a wide
    and wordless soul's incomparable glow.
    We see the way the space is, and we bow.
    Here, silence roars a soul no word can know.

    beautifully written
    LOVE the last line
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    The trick is to take the mundane
    And turn it all into high art,
    to write without style. Make it plain
    And resist the impulse of the heart
    To epicise feelings, when what
    Is epic in art is the way
    You capture the crux of the flat
    Hand to mouth gist of your day.
    Objective correlatives, right?
    Show, don't just state what you feel.
    For the emptiest statements that blight
    art are those that demand and appeal
    to barometise pain, prairie wide:
    "It's as wide and more deep than your load."
    Take a walk for ideas. Go outside
    and find history, space and a code
    for experience, then. Get in sync
    with the myths of those others who ride
    on the mangy mule, bearing the stink
    of its rotting flanks, barely in stride
    through the desert of soul for a life.
    The knack of conveying inside
    Is not just by taking a knife
    And spilling your guts on the page.
    No-one cares about that, once it's done.
    Find an argot for joy and for rage
    That's not merely written for one.

    you are absolutely right
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • who's_pearljam?
    who's_pearljam? Posts: 2,104
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Where the mockingbird glides over oilseed
    And the fatty flies splatter their eggs
    There's a river of lilies and slowweed
    and water that sneaks through the dregs.
    And it's here you should please your beloved:
    climb down on the bank with your fork
    and your waders, and clear out the unmoved
    mass of reeds. Break sweat in work
    and show your love how you can make
    the water rush through for the charge
    of flash greens of the windwinging drake
    freewheeling the dambreaking surge.

    Please, please be sure
    to please your lover. Do. Be.
    Doobeedoobeedoo.

    :)


    This is a bunch of amazing stuff!!






    Speaking of stuff,,,,




    I was WONDERING where my stash went!
    YOU must have it!:D


    Great writing Finsbury
    Be kind, man
    Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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