OH HELL, just 1 more!
Friday, February 29, 2008
friday-joke day:
Spelling to get into Heaven
A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates.
She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her "Hello - How are you! We've been waiting for you! Good to see you."
When Saint Pete r came by, the woman said to him, "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her.
"Which word?" the woman asked.
"Love."
The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.
While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived. "I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?"
" Oh , I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word," the woman told him.
"Which word?" her husband asked.
"Czechoslovakia."
Spelling to get into Heaven
A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates.
She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her "Hello - How are you! We've been waiting for you! Good to see you."
When Saint Pete r came by, the woman said to him, "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her.
"Which word?" the woman asked.
"Love."
The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.
While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived. "I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?"
" Oh , I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word," the woman told him.
"Which word?" her husband asked.
"Czechoslovakia."
Thursday, February 28, 2008
On Going Back To The Street After Viewing An Art Show
Charles Bukowski
they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands.
and we would say
rather than delude the knowing:
a damn good show,
but hardly enough for a horse to eat,
and out on the sunshine street where
eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces
i decide again
that in theses centuries
they have done very well
considering the nature of their
brothers:
it's more than good
that some of them,
(closer really to the field-mouse than
falcon)
have been bold enough to try.
Charles Bukowski
they talk down through
the centuries to us,
and this we need more and more,
the statues and paintings
in midnight age
as we go along
holding dead hands.
and we would say
rather than delude the knowing:
a damn good show,
but hardly enough for a horse to eat,
and out on the sunshine street where
eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces
i decide again
that in theses centuries
they have done very well
considering the nature of their
brothers:
it's more than good
that some of them,
(closer really to the field-mouse than
falcon)
have been bold enough to try.
THE EYES OF BEAUTY
Charles Baudelaire
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
But all the sea of sadness in my blood
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.
In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er,
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more
Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.
It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!
Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!
With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared
Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!
Charles Baudelaire
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
But all the sea of sadness in my blood
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.
In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er,
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more
Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.
It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!
Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!
With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared
Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The Ever-Patient Woman
by Andree Chedid
In the flowing sap
In her growing fever
Parting her veils
Cracking out of her shells
Sliding out of her skins
The ever-patient woman
Slowly
gives herself
life
In her volcanoes
In her orchards
Seeking solidity and measure
Clasping her most tender flesh
Straining every fine-honed fiber
The ever-patient woman
Slowly
gives herself
light.
hey, go see MY cousin kris if you are in the area and support a great cause and have a good time watching kris! we are, for the most part, a talented (ahem) tho eclectic and delighfully mad family.
http://www.personalevolucao.com/vdaywestorange.html
THIS WAS HER E-MAIL TO ME:
Join Evolucao and the Center for Conscious Living as we celebrate V-Day's 10 Year Anniversary, raise awareness and end violence against women:
V-Day West Orange: A Production of Eve Ensler's
The Vagina Monologues
Directed and Produced by Donniee Barnes
Featuring: LIVE ORIGINAL MUSIC by Catherine Moon and Lorraine Baucum, moving performances, silent auction, and a multimedia presentation!
Saturday, March 29th at 8pm and Sunday, March 30th at 3pm
(Silent auction starts 1 hour before each showtime....cash and checks only please.)
Center for Conscious Living
662 Eagle Rock Avenue (at Pleasant Valley Way), West Orange, NJ
Tickets: $20 with all proceeds to benefit Oasis-A Haven for Women and Children
For more information, call 973-863-2370 or check out the website.
If you are unable to attend, there are still many ways you can help:
1. Donate a ticket for someone unable to afford it.
2. Donate goods (art, new items, or say a car) or services (massage, tax service, counseling, Spanish lessons, drum instruction, etc.) for the silent auction. Email Tracy: trayhappygirl@hotmail.com if interested.
3. Forward this email to anyone you think could be interested in attending or donating.
4. Print the attached flyer (pdf) and distribute or post.
5. Make a financial donation.
Any questions? Email me or the event home office at: vday@personalevolucao.com
Hope to see you all there!
KRISTEN FERRARO, Vagina Warrior
Hosted and co-sponsored by
The Center for Conscious Living
located at
located 662 Eagle Rock Ave.
West Orange, NJ 07052
V-Day West Orange 2008
A Production of Eve Ensler's
THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES
• • • •
Join us as we celebrate V-Day’s Ten Year Anniversary,
raise awareness and end violence
against women
• •
March 29, 2008 at 8pm
&
March 30, 2008 at 3pm
Silent Auction 1 Hour Before Each Performance
Directed by Donniee Barnes
Produced by Lynette Sheard and Donniee Barnes
This is a benefit production of The Vagina Monologues, raising funds for
Oasis - A Haven for Women and Children in Paterson NJ
Admission: $20 per person
For group tickets call at 973 863 2370, you can order tickets by mail at
Evolução, PO Box 726, Scotch Plains, NJ 07076-9998, or
You can prepay right here by clicking on the paypal button.
Event also co-sponsored by Evolução- Personal Evolution in Action
www.personalevolucao.com
______________________________________________________________________
About V-Day V-Day is a global movement to end violence against women and girls that raises funds and
awareness through benefit productions of Playwright/Founder Eve Ensler’s award winning play The Vagina
Monologues. 2008 marks V-Day’s 10 year anniversary. In 2007, more than 3000 V-Day events took place in the
U.S. and around the world. To date, the V-Day movement has raised over $50 million and educated millions
about the issue of violence against women and the efforts to end it, crafted international educational, media
and PSA campaigns, launched the Karama program in the Middle East, reopened shelters, and funded over
5000 community-based anti-violence programs and safe houses in Kenya, South Dakota, Egypt and Iraq. The
'V' in V-Day stands for Victory, Valentine and Vagina.
http://www.vday.org
What is a V-Day Campaign?
A V-Day Campaign is a catalyst for mobilizing women and men to heighten awareness about violence against
women and girls. By creating this global community, V-Day strives to empower women to find their collective
voices and demand an end to the violence that affects one in three women in the US and around the world.
Directed
by
Donniee Barnes
http://www.personalevolucao.com/vdaywestorange.html
THIS WAS HER E-MAIL TO ME:
Join Evolucao and the Center for Conscious Living as we celebrate V-Day's 10 Year Anniversary, raise awareness and end violence against women:
V-Day West Orange: A Production of Eve Ensler's
The Vagina Monologues
Directed and Produced by Donniee Barnes
Featuring: LIVE ORIGINAL MUSIC by Catherine Moon and Lorraine Baucum, moving performances, silent auction, and a multimedia presentation!
Saturday, March 29th at 8pm and Sunday, March 30th at 3pm
(Silent auction starts 1 hour before each showtime....cash and checks only please.)
Center for Conscious Living
662 Eagle Rock Avenue (at Pleasant Valley Way), West Orange, NJ
Tickets: $20 with all proceeds to benefit Oasis-A Haven for Women and Children
For more information, call 973-863-2370 or check out the website.
If you are unable to attend, there are still many ways you can help:
1. Donate a ticket for someone unable to afford it.
2. Donate goods (art, new items, or say a car) or services (massage, tax service, counseling, Spanish lessons, drum instruction, etc.) for the silent auction. Email Tracy: trayhappygirl@hotmail.com if interested.
3. Forward this email to anyone you think could be interested in attending or donating.
4. Print the attached flyer (pdf) and distribute or post.
5. Make a financial donation.
Any questions? Email me or the event home office at: vday@personalevolucao.com
Hope to see you all there!
KRISTEN FERRARO, Vagina Warrior
Hosted and co-sponsored by
The Center for Conscious Living
located at
located 662 Eagle Rock Ave.
West Orange, NJ 07052
V-Day West Orange 2008
A Production of Eve Ensler's
THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES
• • • •
Join us as we celebrate V-Day’s Ten Year Anniversary,
raise awareness and end violence
against women
• •
March 29, 2008 at 8pm
&
March 30, 2008 at 3pm
Silent Auction 1 Hour Before Each Performance
Directed by Donniee Barnes
Produced by Lynette Sheard and Donniee Barnes
This is a benefit production of The Vagina Monologues, raising funds for
Oasis - A Haven for Women and Children in Paterson NJ
Admission: $20 per person
For group tickets call at 973 863 2370, you can order tickets by mail at
Evolução, PO Box 726, Scotch Plains, NJ 07076-9998, or
You can prepay right here by clicking on the paypal button.
Event also co-sponsored by Evolução- Personal Evolution in Action
www.personalevolucao.com
______________________________________________________________________
About V-Day V-Day is a global movement to end violence against women and girls that raises funds and
awareness through benefit productions of Playwright/Founder Eve Ensler’s award winning play The Vagina
Monologues. 2008 marks V-Day’s 10 year anniversary. In 2007, more than 3000 V-Day events took place in the
U.S. and around the world. To date, the V-Day movement has raised over $50 million and educated millions
about the issue of violence against women and the efforts to end it, crafted international educational, media
and PSA campaigns, launched the Karama program in the Middle East, reopened shelters, and funded over
5000 community-based anti-violence programs and safe houses in Kenya, South Dakota, Egypt and Iraq. The
'V' in V-Day stands for Victory, Valentine and Vagina.
http://www.vday.org
What is a V-Day Campaign?
A V-Day Campaign is a catalyst for mobilizing women and men to heighten awareness about violence against
women and girls. By creating this global community, V-Day strives to empower women to find their collective
voices and demand an end to the violence that affects one in three women in the US and around the world.
Directed
by
Donniee Barnes
Winter Trees
Sylvia Plath
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietà s?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall
some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)
for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
feeeling like i'll live!
nasty, nasty lingering headache but i'll take that over the past week and a half.
my cousin linda ( hi linda)came over and cut my hair. that always makes me feel better. a lot of the reddish color is gone, more blonde and silver and grey now.
plus, it's really short again and i like that better, less fuss.
i figured if i relapsed and ended up at the er i wouldn't have to lay in bed with grimy hair sticking up all over like a demented chicken. been there, done that. always makes me feel worse off than i am.(goofy way of thinking but that's me, GOOFY!!!)
anyway, i am on the mend, even beginning to think of lines of poetry, words, feelings,
all that good stuff!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
As The Sparrow
To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.
Charles Bukowski
Friday, February 22, 2008
is this not one of the most GORGEOUS things you've ever SEEN??!!
yeah, i've been sacked out watching hsn. i'm glad i was if only because i got to see this masterpiece of cameo artistry. i have a fondness for cameos from my gramma, i guess.this one is carved into sardonixs(not sure of the spelling)
just striking! so, i thought i'd share. enjoy.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
thru my nyquill induced haze comes:
The number twelve goes to a bar
A number twelve walks into a bar and asks the barman for a pint of beer.
"Sorry I can't serve you," states the barman.
"Why not?!" asks the number twelve with anger showing in its voice.
"You're under 18," replies the barman.
(reminds me of an adult sesame street segment!)
The number twelve goes to a bar
A number twelve walks into a bar and asks the barman for a pint of beer.
"Sorry I can't serve you," states the barman.
"Why not?!" asks the number twelve with anger showing in its voice.
"You're under 18," replies the barman.
(reminds me of an adult sesame street segment!)
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Constantly Risking Absurdity
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrachats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrachats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
The Little Boy and the Old Man
Shel Silverstein
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Ben & Jerry's founders have endorsed Obama
they have an ice cream called "cherries for change"
now, there's an endorsement i can get into.
why??
because i like their philosophy
and they have proved that a quality product can be made without screwing
workers and customers.they have ethics.
(the fact that i love their ice cream is a big ole bonus!)
they have an ice cream called "cherries for change"
now, there's an endorsement i can get into.
why??
because i like their philosophy
and they have proved that a quality product can be made without screwing
workers and customers.they have ethics.
(the fact that i love their ice cream is a big ole bonus!)
Was There A Time
Dylan Thomas
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
Dylan Thomas
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
watched "it's alive" last night.
comcast FINALLY gave the channel back!
they showed a really bad film with a sorry looking werewolf.
WEREWOLF IN A GIRLS' DORMITORY
a film from 1961 with "bad" girls! it looked like it was italian or spanish.
me, being the bad film fan that i am, i liked it a lot. even thru my
sickie haze and frumpiness!
comcast FINALLY gave the channel back!
they showed a really bad film with a sorry looking werewolf.
WEREWOLF IN A GIRLS' DORMITORY
a film from 1961 with "bad" girls! it looked like it was italian or spanish.
me, being the bad film fan that i am, i liked it a lot. even thru my
sickie haze and frumpiness!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
someone at the club(not sure who, probably diane)took this last summer(had to be late summer cause i don't have a turtleneck on!)
they put it up on the board a few weeks ago(they know i have a good sense of humor) and i brought it home.
it's pre- haircolor change.
i have no idea why it looks as if i'm screaming, tho i'm probably laughing at something.
now you see why people might welcome a sore throat and me being quiet for awhile!
ho, ho!
p.s. i had to take out the red eye. i looked as if i were going to shift into a werewolf! that's probaby why it was put on the board as i am the club's unoffical bouncer. no one wants to be asked to behave by a 5 ft. 2in. gramma! ; )
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
friday's joke, but it has a sort of valentiney theme:
Guess Who?
A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing "Love" stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them. His curiosity gets the better of him and he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he's doing.
"I'm sending out 1,000 Valentine's Day cards signed, 'Guess who?'"
"But why?" asks the man.
"I'm a divorce lawyer."
below is a reprint from, THE TOWN FLYER a wonderful local newsletter.
2 of the organizations/clubs i belong to always hold events for the kid's toy drive. i've mentioned it here more than once so i thought i'd share the happy results:
Toys For Children Campaign Overwhelming
Success
This was the tenth year of the Christmas Toys for Children Campaign and by far it was the most successful. We would like to thank all of the generous individuals and businesses that purchased toys, made monetary donations and those who assisted in wrapping the presents for the children.
The donations were used to purchase additional toys and clothing. Fifty families, which included 117 children, participated in the program. Over 700 presents were distributed and 125 of the toys will be used for next years campaign. In addition to the presents each family received food items and each child received a $20.00 gift card towards the purchase of a pair of shoes.
Your support is very much appreciated by the West Deer Police Department, crime watch and all those who participated in the program. We have an excellent start to the 2008 campaign. Your kindness and generosity is very much appreciated.
2 of the organizations/clubs i belong to always hold events for the kid's toy drive. i've mentioned it here more than once so i thought i'd share the happy results:
Toys For Children Campaign Overwhelming
Success
This was the tenth year of the Christmas Toys for Children Campaign and by far it was the most successful. We would like to thank all of the generous individuals and businesses that purchased toys, made monetary donations and those who assisted in wrapping the presents for the children.
The donations were used to purchase additional toys and clothing. Fifty families, which included 117 children, participated in the program. Over 700 presents were distributed and 125 of the toys will be used for next years campaign. In addition to the presents each family received food items and each child received a $20.00 gift card towards the purchase of a pair of shoes.
Your support is very much appreciated by the West Deer Police Department, crime watch and all those who participated in the program. We have an excellent start to the 2008 campaign. Your kindness and generosity is very much appreciated.
i've posted this before but it is a very favorite of mine. i've even seen a bangle bracelet engraved with it. so, i'd say a lot of people find it as wonderful as i do.
happy valentine's day everyone!
i carry your heart with me
by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
happy valentine's day everyone!
i carry your heart with me
by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My Dog's My Boss
by Robert William Service
Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.
But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!
He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'
And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.
by Robert William Service
Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.
But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!
He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'
And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me" |
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Monday, February 11, 2008
To Flowers From Italy in Winter
by Thomas Hardy
Sunned in the South, and here to-day;
--If all organic things
Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say,
What are your ponderings?
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the forlorn?
Frail luckless exiles hither brought!
Your dust will not regain
Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
When you shall waste and wane;
But mix with alien earth, be lit
With frigid Boreal flame,
And not a sign remain in it
To tell men whence you came.
by Thomas Hardy
Sunned in the South, and here to-day;
--If all organic things
Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say,
What are your ponderings?
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the forlorn?
Frail luckless exiles hither brought!
Your dust will not regain
Old sunny haunts of Classic thought
When you shall waste and wane;
But mix with alien earth, be lit
With frigid Boreal flame,
And not a sign remain in it
To tell men whence you came.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
First of many...
Merseyside Poetry Project
in conjuction with
Jim Bennett ,The Poetry Kit and New Bright Art
present
POETIC LICENCE
an open floor poetry evening
open floor poetry night
with host Jim Bennett
8pm Wednesday 12th March 2008
at
NEW BRIGHT ART
8 Atherton St
New Brighton
(art gallery opposite New Brighton Railway Station)
Entry Free
Everyone welcome to read in the open floor please contact info@poetrykit.org
or come early to book a place.
Merseyside Poetry Project
in conjuction with
Jim Bennett ,The Poetry Kit and New Bright Art
present
POETIC LICENCE
an open floor poetry evening
open floor poetry night
with host Jim Bennett
8pm Wednesday 12th March 2008
at
NEW BRIGHT ART
8 Atherton St
New Brighton
(art gallery opposite New Brighton Railway Station)
Entry Free
Everyone welcome to read in the open floor please contact info@poetrykit.org
or come early to book a place.
yeah,he really knew...
back to the machine gun
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot
gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.
the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22
"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my Pennysaver coupons,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.
I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem
to be closing in.
there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers.
the night harness races will have to wait.
Charles Bukowski
back to the machine gun
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hung over
hair down in my eyes
barefoot
gingerly walking on the small sharp rocks
in my path
still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.
the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
god damn! it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22
"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my Pennysaver coupons,
a Dept. of Water and Power past-due notice,
a letter from the mortgage people
plus a demand from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 30 days to clean up my act.
I mince back again over the small sharp rocks
thinking, maybe I'd better write something tonight,
they all seem
to be closing in.
there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers.
the night harness races will have to wait.
Charles Bukowski
Friday, February 08, 2008
but if a living dance upon dead minds
E. E. Cummings
but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our merely universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned,tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep
cannot be photographed,measured;disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?
Thursday, February 07, 2008
friday's joke - about a half an hour early!
It has long been contended that there are male Jokes and there are female jokes, and there are unisex Jokes. Here is a joke I consider a true female joke.
I offer it to you in the hopes
that women will love it
And men will pass it along
to a woman who will love it.
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.
The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her. (As All men will.) Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00........
on one condition"
Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words." ;
The woman considered his proposition for a moment, And then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, Which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said.....
"Clean my house."
It has long been contended that there are male Jokes and there are female jokes, and there are unisex Jokes. Here is a joke I consider a true female joke.
I offer it to you in the hopes
that women will love it
And men will pass it along
to a woman who will love it.
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him.
The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her. (As All men will.) Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00........
on one condition"
Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words." ;
The woman considered his proposition for a moment, And then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, Which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said.....
"Clean my house."
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
never let it be said that FCHS was behind the times!
i saw this film in high school driver's ed. around 67/68. i also saw
the infamous SIGNAL 30, which i liken to death porn even today!
i won't post that one, tho i did see it on youtube and damned if i didn't remember the worst parts! no freaking wonder i am a phobic driver!!!!!!!!
and here is LAST DATE in two parts!
i saw this film in high school driver's ed. around 67/68. i also saw
the infamous SIGNAL 30, which i liken to death porn even today!
i won't post that one, tho i did see it on youtube and damned if i didn't remember the worst parts! no freaking wonder i am a phobic driver!!!!!!!!
and here is LAST DATE in two parts!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
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