Ophelia's Nun

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  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    goldbrained cauliflower conferences
    perky carrots tickling earthy squigglers
    nine spud furrows, blasted of slug, and
    fed with juicy leaves, ready to sprout red gooduns

    yes

    on my poetry allotment I am prospero(us)
    my fork is my staff, a pen
    let's dig here together and turn the earth
    and get the greenest, ripest word garden

    and we'll make this common ground
    for ourselves, no levying baron here
    and we'll grow fat sonnet marrows
    and ophey-tomatoes ripening

    {{{{{each seed a star for cassia}}}}}
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Honestly. I was in the van between the two of them. They're both called Tom. It's true....

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Tom A: D'ye remember the Liary Carroll, from Ballaghadereen?

    Tom B: I do, aye. Fughin' wicked liar to the world, altogether.

    Tom A: He was great.

    Tom B: Aye, he was.

    Tom A: Them was great liars in them days.

    Tom B: There was, there was. Sure. There was.

    Tom A: Jayze, I remember a time goin' back thirty year ago or more ...

    Tom B: Arra, it was more...

    Tom A: Arra, it was not ...

    Tom B: Arra... Well I come over to England, nineteen sixty-six, the year of the World Cup, it was ...

    Tom A: And I come over in nineteen forty-five ...

    Tom B: You're that long over, now?

    Tom A: I am. So. The Liary Carroll. I'll tell ye, it was nineteen seventy-four. I was doing a job out in Trumpington, tarmacking. And the Liary Carroll was up above in the old Green Man, himself and Johnny Ned. You knew Johnny Ned?

    Tom B: John Ned from Ballyhaunis?

    Tom A: No, he was from 'round your way.

    Tom B: Was he? I didn't know that. I know his brother was ... wait, I think ... yeah, maybe he was. Maybe I'm thinking of Billy Hughie.

    Tom A: I'd say you are. Anyway.

    Tom B: Sorry, I'm interrupting yez. Can I take a sandwich?

    Tom A: You can have some cake too if you like. The wife wraps them up for me, but a shot of tea is enough for me nowadays. I dunno. I cannant eat like I used to. Once upon a time I'd be roaring to eat. I'd have two breakfasts in the morning. Once when I got up, once when I got to work in the morning. Frying sausages and bacon on the shovel.

    Tom B: Ah, yes. A little water on the shovel, clean it off, and then the mighty breakfast.

    Tom A: And the Liary Carroll, he was in the pub tellin' the story about him saving the drowning child and St Christopher Lord Have Mercy on Him appearing to him, and Johnny Ned saying about the time he was in the army in barracks at the Curragh...

    Tom B: ... and someone had put live rounds in the shotguns they were practicing with, out near Glendalough ...

    Tom A: And one shot him right in the arse and blew one cheek off ...

    Tom B: And him with the biggest arse a camel had ever seen ...

    Tom A: ... and the comrade with him carried him across the mud near the stream, and he saw St Joan of Arc herself in the trees ...

    Tom B: That was Willie Pat.

    Tom A: Arra, it was not.

    Tom B: Sure it was. I was seeing his sister. He was from Gort. She was, too.

    Tom A: Terrible wicked liar to the world.

    Tom B: Aye. A great man.

    Tom A: Aye, he was, that.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Schliemann's wife was called ____?
    Name her and you get a trophy ....

    :D
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Ekaterina Lishin

    have I won ?

    :D
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by exhale
    Ekaterina Lishin

    have I won ?

    :D

    Heeheehee. Nope. He married twice. :D I'm thinking of wife number two ....
    I'll give you a clue. Her name rhymes with "trophy" ...

    But, you know, exhale, you were right but you were wrong. Or, if you're an optimist, you could say you were wrong but you were right...

    ;)
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Sophie Engastromenos

    it´s got to be her,
    but i won anyway ;)

    incomplete instructions prof. finsbury
    ;)
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by exhale
    Sophie Engastromenos

    it´s got to be her,
    but i won anyway ;)

    incomplete instructions prof. finsbury
    ;)

    :p

    exhale wins .. er .. something ....

    :D
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    woohoo!!!

    at least...something

    ;)

    hahahaha
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm going to a degree awards ceremony at Ely Cathedral tomorrow. I can send you an MA if you like. Only thing is, it'll have someone else's name on it. Soon fix that ... I'll send you some tip-ex and a calligraphy set!

    :D

    (Nawww, not really, I wouldn't do anything like that.)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Here's a poem by someone else:

    "On the Ning Nang Nong"
    by Spike Milligan


    On the Ning Nang Nong
    Where the Cows go Bong!
    And the Monkeys all say Boo!
    There's a Nong Nang Ning
    Where the trees go Ping!
    And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.
    On the Nong Ning Nang
    All the mice go Clang!
    And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
    So it's Ning Nang Nong!
    Cows go Bong!
    Nong Nang Ning!
    Trees go Ping!
    Nong Ning Nang!
    The mice go Clang!

    What a noisy place to belong,
    Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!
  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    the cows do bongs???


    :D


    i s'posed they'd have to be six footers, yeah?
    ~all is full of love~
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Horatio McGonnagle
    Wore a shiny monacle
    And had a kilt, and sporran made of cheese.
    Its style was indisputable
    But mice would come and chew it all
    So now he scotch-tapes haggis to his knees.

    :)
  • dyaogirl
    dyaogirl Posts: 138
    A peanut sittin on the railroad track
    His heart was all a flutter
    Down the tracks came a railroad train
    Toot! Toot! Peanut Butter!

    Oh...................................................

    It ain't gonna rain no more no more
    It ain't gonna rain no more
    How in the heck
    Can I wash my neck
    If it ain't gonna rain no more!:)

    I Love That Man Dearly!
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    I'm going to a degree awards ceremony at Ely Cathedral tomorrow. I can send you an MA if you like. Only thing is, it'll have someone else's name on it. Soon fix that ... I'll send you some tip-ex and a calligraphy set!

    :D

    (Nawww, not really, I wouldn't do anything like that.)

    don´t tell me that my reward is the knowledge itself

    :( :( :(
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by exhale
    don´t tell me that my reward is the knowledge itself

    :( :( :(

    Today, today, I pick up a degree
    In big Ely Cathedral, and my Mum
    and Dad and sister all will see
    me get that scroll. You might say I'm dumb,
    But knowledge can be more a burden than
    a great reward, sometimes. What's the great reward
    today will be when my Dad, who's my fan,
    and nearly eighty, gets to see me make the hard
    graft of years add to a day out
    for my dear Mum. They came over here
    To England in the 'fifties. Round about
    Those days, the working Irish toiled to find
    a place when many people were unkind

    to immigrants. Hard graft and digging down
    and having to get on with things was life:
    Securing a new house to call your own,
    for self and family, were the peace in strife
    For people who got up before the dawn
    To shovel or to nurse. It's their reward
    today when I put on that big long gown
    and pick up my degree. It's their reward;
    It's bigger than that, actually: It's
    A quite symbolic moment, in a way,
    a small way but a big way: It's
    acknowledgement of how they took the day,
    Those young diaspora in unkind lands,
    And strove to pay their children dividends.

    :)

    It's also my Mum and Dad's fiftieth wedding anniversary today.
    Britney's marriage barely lasted fifty minutes!
  • exhale
    exhale Posts: 185
    From my heart, so deep, so honest, so true,
    Even if never have met them before,
    All my respect, best whishes, and thanks,
    Their incredible love will live on in thee.

    :)
    Write. Wind each new thought upon the stream;
    and in its contradiction of response,
    Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
    That might suggest true movement. If you sense
    a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
    Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
    The willows nod and rustle, and you will
    hear the rushing babble of the free
    gush of water, brimming, charged with light
    That is your reader's understanding heart.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I dip down my big green fork
    and curl up fatstraggling duckweed,
    the multipigtailed mane of the mudcaked brook.
    I pull it up now, my glutted fork:
    I feel its weight on my wrists, my shoulders now,
    And I fire the greeny sprawl off the prongs
    with a neat, sharp thrust, high overhead,
    seeing flashing liquid prisms
    shower the heads of dropwort on the bank.
    The thrappling slap of that ripping out of excess,
    that choking dam, has the stream in ecstatic explosion:
    Plumes of mushrooming water
    billow, greybrowny in the ditch,
    tumbling upstream, free
    in a tapped gush, gleaming in sun,
    and the watercourse's song's a happy folderol,
    a flapdoodle ramble,
    an undammed, reborn emotion,
    a seaward sundancing pulse.

    Bladderwort, honeyyellow,quivers in the glaze
    of sunning June, my time for streammaking;
    Voleeyes, shinyblack, dart happily, peeping
    between belts of waterdock, and pinky fingers
    part reeds in bold reconaissance
    at the stream I cut for them:
    I make
    this babbling brooky pass for moorhens and young,
    this highway pool for pike,
    streakblistering past in a sunning riverflash:
    I make text;
    I make imagination.
  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    there is a willow grows aslant....a brook
    that shows its hoar leaves....out out....brief candle....
    ....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
    Originally posted by ISN
    there is a willow grows aslant....a brook
    that shows its hoar leaves....out out....brief candle....

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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    Beatrix...

    beatrix.small.jpg
    ....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......

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