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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
180 comments:
Howdy Guys,
Lemme tell you about my dream. (Yes, I managed to fall asleep and actually have a real dream, shocking I know!) I'm sketchy on the details but here goes:
Apparently, I was at some Halloween party/thingie/shindig/dunno and I ran into the guys from MCR. For some reason Frank decides to take me to his mother's house which is a ginormous mansion. He leaves me there and tells me to wait on his mom. Well, I was just sitting there like WTF? Do I look around? Do I just sit and wait? Well, about that time I heard something. You know, one of those horror movie sounds, like a door slamming or someone coming down the stairs when the house is supposed to be empty. I go tearing out of the house at the speed of light and find Frank. I yell at him, "How dare you leave me in that house knowing it was haunted! What are you trying to do scare the shit out of me?" He gives me this little shrug and "I have no idea what you're talking about grin." but the giggle gives him away. He knew exactly what he was doing. Now I still have no clue if the house was really haunted or if it was all a setup, but anyways.
Fast forward to me sitting around with some more people and Frank and Gerard. We start talking about embarassing videos and whatnot. I ask Frank if remembers the show Star Search with Ed McMahon, he tries to act like he doesn't and I pretend to joke and question if he is even old enough to remember Star Search. Gerard is all like yeah you do, it's the show with blah blah blah. And I'm like, Yeah, I know he remembers it because when I was talking to your mother (apparently I ended up talking to Frank's mom at some point and going back in the haunted house) she showed me all your videotapes of when you tried out and were on Star Search. Bwah! Frank just hangs his head and we all point and laugh and Gerard is like, "Say, what?" I think Gerard is having way too much fun poking fun at Frank so I nudge him with my foot to get his attention. I say, "Dude, don't you go laughing at Frank like you don't have any scary videotapes out there!" He's all like, "What? I don't!" I ask him, "Are you absolutely sure about that? What about all those musicals you did as a teenager?" He gets all huffy and says, "My mom would never show you those. She has those hidden in safe place." I just smirk at him, give him a pat on the leg, and say, "That's what you think!"
Bwahahah!
The moral of the story is this....
Don't watch youtube before falling asleep.
OMG! That is hilarious!
You asked him if he was old enough to remember Star Search? Bwahaha!
I love the Garden Kitty by the way. I just want to scoop him up and squeeze him.
Yeah, I did and he tried to play off like he wasn't even born when that show came on.
Garden Kitty pretty much rules, right?
Gah! That is funny.
Did you see the boots? Did you see Gerard's boots? Are they brown or were they at one time black and now they are all faded and worn?
O_o
Dude.
And did TUA win anything?
Bless his heart. Just bless his little heart.
I don't think they will announce that stuff since it is going to air on the 21st, but I could be wrong.
I'm sure someone will let us know.
Oh! Gabriel Ba won! YAY for him!
The Last Men won best comic book.
The Dark Knight won pretty much EVERYTHING!
RDJ won for best actor in an action movie or something like that.
WHOOHOO!
Well, damn, there all that is.
Whoop! Whoop!
As Miss T would say, Bless Gerard's little cotton socks. :) He can't help it he's beginning to look like a Michael Jackson wax offering at Madame Tussaud's all up in there. And Smoke, to answer you question, I had a rather violent reaction to Lisinopril. Evidently my body chemistry is not too compatible with it, but at least it only took me two doses to figure out what was causing it. I know you have the blood pressure thing going on too, which is surprising because you are all tiny and munchkin like. It's a pain finding out what stuff works, ain't it? I love the garden kitty picture, solly, and your dream was hilarimous.
Gah! I ♥ Pink. I just watched her new video. I want her to be my friend. :)
Carrie! Glad you are doing better. Luckily, the meds the doc prescribed the first time worked for me. Well, they work when I remember to take them. O_O That's scary though!
Carrie,
I don't go to doctors. They just tell you that stuff is wrong, so I have no idea what might be wrong with me. I'm hoping the high blood pressure severe migraine stroke diabetes genes skipped me. Smoke seems to have inherited most of the stuff and I will just stay oblivious to it if I do have it.
I like Pink too, I think she would make a good friend because she could kick the shit out of all the people who are mean. And you could just stand behind her going, "Yeah! Take that!"
Solly, I should do the same dang thing. The doc's office actually called me this last time to make me come in for a blood pressure check, so I spent all weekend worrying and obsessing about it, which of course made my blood pressure spike, causing them to give me more prescriptions to try and murderlize me. I would have been better off if I had said, um, no thanks, I prefer to dwell on in my ignorance.
Hahaha!
What's bad is I actually feel better when my blood pressure is up. So, it's like, "I DON'T WANNA TAKE MY MEDS! DON'T MAKE ME! I FEEEEL GOOOOOD!"
But, I don't wanna stroke out either so. And if it gets too high then the migraines start and I want to vomit. Literally.
Grrrr.
I like Pink too! I've actually seen her in concert in Orlando at the Hard Rock Live. That girl can sing and she puts on amazing show!
Yep, Carrie don't let the Docs murderlize you. Just say, umm no, no thanks to that. I feel fine.
And Gerard, just bless him, bless his little heart. He was so smiley cute. I don't wear shades so I admire anyone who can rock the shades like that.
He does make me want dig out all my boots though. I need me a good pair of worn out boots for the winter. I hear big chunky sweaters and tight leggings and jeans are all the rage this season.
Ewww with vomity migraines. I know what you're saying though, my medicine makes me have corpse hands and be tired. I don't like having the high pressure though, makes my head feel big. :)
Just don't be wearing those boots with your suit, Solly.
Good God, Solly. He brought those boots back from 1984. O_o
Seriously, that's how old they are. And they've been worn every year since then.
GERARD! BUY SOME NEW BOOTS, PLEASE! AND DON'T TUCK YOUR PANTS IN! GAH!^_^
I wonder if those boots are made for walking or for stomping.
*starts singing Nancy Sinatra followed by Ice Cube*
Dude is a trendsetter and a fashion trailblazer.
That's why he needed those boots last night to blaze a new trail in the fashion world.
Bless his heart. Trailblazing can be scary.
Those are definitely some hissy fit stompin boots.
I was laughing at the pic of Gerard and Billy.
Billy looked like, "Oh, I'm so proud of my son! Ain't he something?!"
Smoke,
Maybe Gerard just made a boo boo like you did with your shoes the other day. Maybe they looked black at home, ya know? Maybe they matched until he looked down.
Bless him, he should have took off the shades while getting ready.
Yeah, but even if he thought those things were black, getting all Farmer Brown and tucking his pants in? Just,no. Maybe that's the new "hardcore." We tuck our suits into our boots!!! We are hardcore!
Bwahaha! I can't even say anything to that. I rocked the brown and black shoe. I did.
And I'm so fabulous that nobody even noticed. :)
Going to watch Diddy crack the whip on Danity Kane.
See you guys later! Have a great Sunday!
I am watching more bad reality tv too, Hulk Hogan's Celebrity Wrasslin!
Screech vs Willis
Bwah!
Bye Smoke! I gotta scoot too and clean up the kitchen. We had family movie night last night and popped up a mess of popcorn, so my kitchen is currently a buttery oily mess. Wait, why do I have high blood pressure? Have a nice Sunday, gals!
Hey guys! What a cute pic, and Solly, I loved your dream. I would even be willing to bet that wee little Frankles would have shown up on Star Search, for realz. I can see that. ;D
You guys, when I get into school, I'll learn a nice, gentle, non-sick-making cure for your high blood pressure. Aaaaactually, you should all be doing T'ai chi. That is proven to lower blood pressure.
Well, once I'm done with the birds today, I am going out shopping with Mummy K for The Birthday Cluster. I'll probably show her Broken Bride again except it will make me all emo and give me the willies.
Whatchoo guys all doing today?
Hi Jules,
I'm gonna make Smoke ride with me and we're gonna take pretty fall pics for the blog. Yep, yep! We have our windows open here today and it feels like fall. I am giddy. My mama is baking a sweet tater pie! How freakin awesome is my life right now?
And your bday is Friday! WHOOP! WHOOP!
Rocktober rules!
OMG, it's FUCKFEST this week! FUCKFEST 2008!
Sweeeeeeeeet!
It really is awesome, Solly! I cn't wait to see you guys's pics! Please post them as soon as you get them together. :D
You just opened your windows, I just closed mine last week, and today I turned the heat on. It is as cold as a bitch here today. I'm busting out legwarmers and arm warmers.
:D
Gotta go. Later! Have fun!
I just downloaded Broken Bride! Prepare to watch Solly get all emo!
I'm warning all of you now.
Oh and can I just go ahead and scream before I get all emo that I can't fucking wait until November for TUA! I'm dying here.
Solly ♥s No 5.
And one more thing too since I'm already sort of emo today anyways...I just want to thank all of you guys for being such a great bunch to be around. I continuously learn from all of you. You guys have forced me to look at things about myself and pay more attention to the world around me.
So thank you for that.
p.s. PPU, where the fuck are you?
And with that, I'm gone for a bit. I will immerse myself in Ludo and the beautiful fall weather.
Love you guys!
Don't look now, but there's a tree right in that cat's way.
I'm back! With birthday gifts and cards bought! :D Now I have the rest of the week to: Clean the house, 2 days of Kung Fu, one evening with my friends eating ice cream and watching movies, and one whole day to bake my specialty pie. :D
Solly, did you listen all the way through? And, did it make your eyes rain?
YOU GUYS!
RDJ as Sherlock Holmes.
I came.
Yes, We really do live on a farm.
Song of the South :)
My Mommy's Flowers
Flutterby says NOM! NOM! NOM!
More Flutterbies
Close up of wittle flutterby
My Grandma's Daisies
My Grandma's first little house. Aww! I believe it's haunted. O_O
The Queen of All Kitties
SS Phantom Kitty
Itty Bitty Lizard
Yo! Get outta my face!
We couldn't ride around very much because of all the hunters in the woods with rifles. Grrr!
Hey, guys. :)
I just wanted to stop in and say hello to everyone. I hope you're all doing great.
I was Googling around looking for some lyrics, and I came across these from John Mayer. I kind of went, "Whoa." It's an interesting perspective and diametrically opposed to the lyrics I was originally trying to find. And then I thought to myself how weird it is that such a simple concept can be seen in a hundred different lights.
Belief
Is there anyone who ever remembers
Changing their mind from the paint on a sign?
Is there anyone who really recalls
Ever breaking record of
For something someone yelled real loud one time?
Oh, everyone believes
In how they think it oughta be
Oh, everyone believes
And they're not going easily
Belief is a beautiful armor
But makes for the heaviest sword
Like punching underwater
You never can hit who you're trying for
Some need the exhibition
And some have to know they tried
It's the chemical weapon
For the war that's raging on inside
Oh, everyone believes
From emptiness to everything
Oh, everyone believes
And no one's going quietly
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna stop the war
We're never gonna beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna stop the war
We're never gonna beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
Is there anyone you can remember
Ever surrender with their life on the line?
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna stop the war
We're never gonna beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
We're never gonna win the world
We're never gonna stop the war
We're never gonna beat this
If belief is what we're fighting for
What puts a hundred thousand children in the sand?
Belief can, belief can
What puts a folded flag inside his mother's hand?
Belief can, belief can
But, then I also think that if you don't believe, where do you go from there? Like, if you don't believe in something, what do you have?
Anyway, it just made me think, which is never a bad thing!
Sdock, crazy dream by the way! Youtube can put some crazy things on your electrical pathways. O_o
Awww, your pictures are awesome, Smoke!
Great lyrics, Splash! So timely. hope you're doing well. :D
Princess, I'm off to look at your pics just now. :)
Mustard! ^_^
How are you?
Jules!!!!!!!
I can't wait to listen to the Broken Bride! YAY!
Hey, guys!
Hey, can I get that EP on iTunes?
Oh! I'm doing okay, thank you!
OMG, I love that last pic! We don't have critters like that up here. They'd freeze their little green heinders off.
I love your Gran's first house too. Is it still in your family?
Beautiful pics, everything is all green and blooming. Up here, everything's all closing down for cold times ahead. ^_^
Your eyes are going to rain when you listen to Broken Bride!
Splash,I think iTunes is the only place you can get it anymore. None of the stores out here had it, anyways and I think Amazon was a special order. O_O
Sweet, okay, I didn't know if I had to hunt Amazon or whatever for it.
Mustard,
I downloaded it from Amazon for 5 bucks!
Ludo rules!
Jules, yep that house is right behind my the house my Grandma lives in now.
Awesome price, Sdock! Hey by the way!
I'll definitely have to get on that. I trust all of you guys' opinions, so it will be mind for sure! :)
I'm going to go ahead and go, I just wanted to share those lyrics I found. Thank you for sharing your pictures, Smoke!!!
If anyone talks to Fim, tell her I stopped by her blog, just wanted to make sure she was okay.
I'll catch you guys later! Have a great remainder of your Sundays!
Solly, neat! Then you guys are kinda just like us! ^_^
Thanks again, Splash, we miss you. :)
We miss Fimmy too, damn it. >_<
hiya porchies!!
just the in and out for me tonight!!
solly!! you're fucking dream!! wow! and stop resting your hand on GW's leg, you know it makes him uncomfortable!! haha!
i've looked at all the pics which were so cool.
mustard great lyrics!!
re GW and hideous boots!! man an 80's moment me feels.
i agree he looks pretty and all and he sounded good in that video link at mayos but what is it with the discolouration around the eyes. that worries me but then i am a worrier!
and he seriously needs to eat!! the guy does not work out so the only way to get that skinny is by not eating! trust me i am an expert at that shit!!
love to you all porchies i have to go! my man is far from happy with me!!
Broken Bride, OMG, it even made Smoke get all teary eyed and she never cries.
I didn't know she had tear ducts.
get crunk wit da punk in da spunk riding a hunk.
do i rhyme?
hahaha oh well, oh well, oh well.
Fimmy!
I miss you!
O_O Jeeeeeez Fimmy! ^_^ You're a filthy beast!
Solly, I'm glad you guys emo'd out over it. :)
i am not filthy, i am MUCKY DUCKY WITH A GREAT BIG CHUCKY
i am in a rhyming phase at the moment, and i am just about to go to bed here. just thought i would pop in and say howdy.
how are you all?
right, sleepy time.
i miss you guys, catch me in the bright lights if you need me, i will be around now and again, catch up on you all making sure you are all being good. :)
Slash, get a freaking email, omg you better get one or i will whipp your arse because it is NOT a bodysuit
nighty night gals
Good night my Fimble Jazz. Everything's cool, right? 'Cause you said you were bummed the other day.
Whoop whoop! hey you guys! That sounds like Mayo at 5:50, doesn't it?
*waves either way*
^_^
Yep, I just saw it too, Jules.
*waves*
Does it make you wonder what goes on in those daydreams?
Like, zombies? Or verdant, sundrenched fields? Or zombies on verdant, sundrenched fields?
Dude, for real. There's no telling.
*Smoke taps on the window*
I daydream about me in other lives, personally. Like one where I'm Japanese in the Heian or Meiji period and I'm superfly good-looking. :)
Or sometimes our Kung Fu school gets attacked by Ninjas and we have to battle them, and of course we win etc.
Really crazy random stuff. Those are my daydreams.
I was 69! WHOOP WHOOP!
Oh lookie, it is Mayo! He took his info down. ^_^
I guess my daydreams are full of pretty normal stuff, ya know?
We'd get shredded if we went to say hi to him thought.
*though
Yep, I saw that, Jules.
Yep, I think I'll just stay here. What are you gonna do?
I guess I don't know from normal, Solly. i daydream about guys and stuff, but never things like settling down, buying a house or things like that. It's always like, ninjas and danger and adventures and such.
I'd make a crappy Jedi.
I'm staying here, too. I'd like to tell him hello, but it's not worth the drama it would cause.
Well, I guess I'm not even sure what I mean when I say normal stuff.
Happiness maybe? Satisfaction? Love? Passion?
Ruling the universe?
Hello! :)
OMG, we are being accused of being over there when we're not even there. This is absurd.
Hi Smoke!
Did you expect any different? I swear to God.
>_<
*waves to Mayo*
Sorry dude.
Hi Princess!
Ahh but Solly! Those things are encompassed in all sorts of fantasies. ^_^ It depends on what you consider "love" and "happiness" and that stuff.
Sometimes I guess my daydreams are normal, though. They're not all ninjas and zombies and beign a Meiji courtesan. ;)
Sometimes I'm just me, with a nice little dance studio (and recently, a nice little medical practice O_o Far-fetched, I know,) and a little son or daughter running around.
I guess that's normal. :D
Aaaaand here we go.
People must lurk here hardcore.
Right, Jules, I understand exactly what you're saying.
Most days I'm daydreaming about having something useful to say or just relaxing on a beach in hammock drinking fruity drinks and whatnot.
Seriously.
*waves to EveryBUDDY*
Hammocks and fruity drinks rock my world. I do that sometimes in the summer already, though. :D
And I also daydream about reading fanfiction about my own novel. Because I think it would be so cool of someone was into my world so much so that they wanted to play in it. That must be so cool.
And I interview myself for after my novel is famous, too. O_O
Check yo's emailses!
My daydreams are no different than my night dreams.
I don't remember them at all. O_O
My effin' mind is weird.
Thank God my daydreams are different than my night dreams! I would hate to be daydreaming about FI being on Star Search as a little kid. I would laugh out loud.
Princess, you should write them down. :)
I'm starting to wonder if I don't have some type of memory loss problem. I can't remember shit.
Scary.
Or maybe I just don't pay attention to anything anymore. I don't know.
Oh I have this one daydream where Mayo comes to my town on a white sted from Heaven and he sweep me up and we ride away 2gether to live in a castle!! A castle of CRYSTAL like the color of his blue blue eyes!!! FOR ETERNITY AND EVER!!!!!1111
(Ahhh but the servant waits, while the master baits!)
lol @ whoever just copied all our "blather" over there. Way to accomplish... err, whatever it was they are trying to accomplish?
Ah well.
Snap, I was going to see if that got pasted over there so I wrote something really baiting, but they did it before I even had a chance. Booo!
Way to go, Copy McPasterson! You rule!
Jules,
Did you happen to daydream up a Weaver Girl poem yet?
They missed the good stuff I wrote. >_<
Oh shoots, Solly I haven't. I need something to fill the well. Mojo, something, I dunno. I know,I owe you one big time!
*rubs Mojo on Jules' greasy spot*
Bwah hahahaha!
There you go! Now write, botch! Write!
Why did I just capitalize Mojo like it was a dude or something?
It is a monkey. Tony's monkey. :)
Mojo is badass.
Mr. Mojo Risin?
And you know? Even though it's not as bad as it was, that spot is still kind of there. My hair looks a little clumpy in one place. I had some of the girls at KF feel it and they noticed it, too.
WTF?
Princess, I heard that your eyes rained a little while listening to Broken Bride. Trust me, it gets sadder the more you listen to it, because you know what's coming!
Jules,
My sister never cries about anything. This is a super duper freaky rare thing and I was worried that the world was about to end or something when I saw her eyes get all watery.
I am pissed with Ludo. They made me do something that I never, ever, ever, ever do.
>_<
Well, I rarely do, but sometimes when something is really well done, even if it's not sad but just very moving, I'll get all teary.
But with Broken Bride I'm like, "WAHHHH!"
Apunua?
Who is that?
I'm so emo that I cry at the Kleenex commercial where they are trying to get people to talk about what makes them sad and they just go through the whole fucking box of tissues and I'm just bawling like a baby.
LOL! They did!
That made me want to try to translate it, and the closest I could get was:
Apu nu'a which means something like, "To bite or snatch with the teeth a bunch of things."
Or maybe 'Apu nu'a which is, "A bunch of coconut shells."
NICE.
Copy McPasterson,
People really do NOT want to read this, so just stop, okay?
"I complain of Curly!"
"I complain of Nibs!"
The dude can't even visit his own blog to answer people anymore.
Nope, it's absurd. The word for today is the same as yesterday:
ABSURD
AIM anyone?
In a bit, Solly, I gotta take doggies out. ^_^
Okay, see you guys in a bit!
*waves to Mayo's*
WTF WTF. I am currently listening to a message from an ooooold friend of mine. Why is she calling me?
I just saw liquid prickly pear. Huh.
Why does it seem like you blink and the fucking weekend is over?
SYNCHRONOUS.
See, that's a real word! I thought I made it up, but there it is.
SYNCHRONOUS. :D
Princess, why can't you get into our room?
Is that what we are, Jules, SYNCHRONOUS?
Try it again!
She probably keeps deprogramming her room key by laying it on her cellphone like a certain Daytonian by way of England chick that I know but I won't name any names but it rhymes with....
Thimble Jar
It won't effin' let me!!!>_<
Thimble Jar.
Bwah.
Let us in your room then!
ABSURD
The word of the day is:
ABSURD
Thimble Jar! That's right out of Peter Pan, too! ;)
See, it's a theme.
Hee-hee.
Anyone for poetry?
Thimble Jar, I heart her like to the moon and back again.
Instead of just posting our favorites though, could we explain a bit of either why we like them or what they mean to us? Any little detail to make it personal. :)
Baff, then poetry.
Okay!
Poetry or fairy tales or lyrics or anything, actually. How about that?
Nous userons notre ame en de subtils complots....
We will wear out our soul in subtle schemes.
I found that one fitting for tonight.
I have three translations of "Song of Autumn" that I will post. Which is everyone's favorite? Tell. :)
En Francais:
Chant d'automne
I
Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
J'entends déjà tomber avec des chocs funèbres
Le bois retentissant sur le pavé des cours.
Tout l'hiver va rentrer dans mon être: colère,
Haine, frissons, horreur, labeur dur et forcé,
Et, comme le soleil dans son enfer polaire,
Mon coeur ne sera plus qu'un bloc rouge et glacé.
J'écoute en frémissant chaque bûche qui tombe
L'échafaud qu'on bâtit n'a pas d'écho plus sourd.
Mon esprit est pareil à la tour qui succombe
Sous les coups du bélier infatigable et lourd.
II me semble, bercé par ce choc monotone,
Qu'on cloue en grande hâte un cercueil quelque part.
Pour qui? — C'était hier l'été; voici l'automne!
Ce bruit mystérieux sonne comme un départ.
II
J'aime de vos longs yeux la lumière verdâtre,
Douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer,
Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre,
Ne me vaut le soleil rayonnant sur la mer.
Et pourtant aimez-moi, tendre coeur! soyez mère,
Même pour un ingrat, même pour un méchant;
Amante ou soeur, soyez la douceur éphémère
D'un glorieux automne ou d'un soleil couchant.
Courte tâche! La tombe attend; elle est avide!
Ah! laissez-moi, mon front posé sur vos genoux,
Goûter, en regrettant l'été blanc et torride,
De l'arrière-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
--Charles Baudelaire
The second verse is the best one. It makes me think of Mayo. Hang on for translations.
I
Soon we shall plunge into the cold darkness;
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers!
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.
All winter will possess my being: wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My heart will be no more than a frozen red block.
All atremble I listen to each falling log;
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.
It seems to me, lulled by these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer; here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a departure.
II
I love the greenish light of your long eyes,
Sweet beauty, but today all to me is bitter;
Nothing, neither your love, your boudoir, nor your hearth
Is worth as much as the sunlight on the sea.
Yet, love me, tender heart! be a mother,
Even to an ingrate, even to a scapegrace;
Mistress or sister, be the fleeting sweetness
Of a gorgeous autumn or of a setting sun.
Short task! The tomb awaits; it is avid!
Ah! let me, with my head bowed on your knees,
Taste the sweet, yellow rays of the end of autumn,
While I mourn for the white, torrid summer!
I
Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.
Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.
I hear already the funereal rumble
Of logs, as on the paving-stones they shock.
Winter will enter in my soul to dwell —
Rage, hate, fear, horror, labour forced and dire!
My heart will seem, to sun that polar hell,
A dim, red, frozen block, devoid of fire.
Shuddering I hear the heavy thud of fuel.
The building of a gallows sounds as good!
My spirit, like a tower, reels to the cruel
Battering-ram in every crash of wood.
The ceaseless echoes rock me and appal.
They're nailing up a coffin, I'll be bound,
For whom? — Last night was Summer. Here's the Fall.
There booms a farewell volley in the sound.
II
I like die greenish light in your long eyes,
Dear: but today all things are sour to me.
And naught, your hearth, your boudoir, nor your sighs
Are worth the sun that glitters on the sea.
Yet love me, tender heart, as mothers cherish
A thankless wretch, Lover or sister, be
Ephemeral sweetness of the suns that perish
Or glory of the autumn swift to flee.
Brief task! The charnel yawns in hunger horrid,
Yet let me with my head upon your knees,
Although I mourn the summer, white and torrid
Taste these last yellow rays before they freeze.
I
soon shall we plunge 'neath winter's icy pall;
farewell, bright fires of too-brief July!
even now I hear the knell funereal
of falling fire-logs in the court close by.
once more on me shall winter all unroll:
wrath, hatred, shivering dread, Toil's cursèd vise,
and like the sun in his far hell, the pole,
my heart shall be a block of crimson ice.
I wait aghast each loud impending log;
thus, criminals 'neath rising gibbets cower.
o dreadful battering-ram! my soul, agog,
quivers and totters like a crumbling tower,
till to my dream the cradling echoes drum
like hammers madly finishing a bier.
— for whom? — June yesterday; now fall is come!
mysterious dirge, who has departed here?
II
I love your long green eyes of slumberous fire,
my sweet, but now all things are gall to me,
and naught, your room, your hearth nor your desire
is worth the sunlight shimmering on the sea.
yet love me, tender heart! a mother be
even to an ingrate, or a wicked one;
mistress or sister, be as sweet to me
as some brief autumn or a setting sun.
'twill not be long! the hungering tomb awaits!
ah! let me — brow at peace upon your knees —
savour, regretful of June's parching heats,
this balmy soft October, ere it flees!
I think I'll post that one up at Mayo's tomorrow morning.
I like the first one, Jules.
I like it, too. It's not as overbearing as the other two. At times they sound a little turgid, and I like die greenish light in your long eyes is a clumsy typo that throws me off. ;)
The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge
What should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but a fiend's god-daughter?
And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog,
That was got beneath a furze-bush and born in a bog?
And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar,
But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of Psalter?
You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe,
As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby,
You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb
As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web,
But there comes to birth no common spawn
From the love of a priest and a leprechaun,
And you never have seen and you never will see
Such things as the things that swaddled me!
After all's said and after all's done,
What should I be but a harlot and a nun?
In through the bushes, on foggy days,
My Da would come a-swishing of the drops away,
With a prayer for my death and a groan for my birth,
A-mumbling of his beads for all he was worth.
And there sit my Ma, her knees beneath her chin,
A-looking in his face and a-drinking of it in,
And a-marking in the moss some funny little saying
That would mean just the opposite of all he was praying!
He taught me the holy-talk of Vesper and of Matin,
He heard me my Greek and he heard me my Latin,
He blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evil,
And we watched him out of sight, and we conjured up the devil!
Oh, the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't known,
What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown,
And yanked both ways by my mother and my father,
With a 'Which would you better?" and a "Which would you rather?"
With him for a sire and her for a dam,
What should I be but just what I am?
Oh dude, that is awesome!
Alms
MY heart is what it was before
A house where people come and go,
But it is winter with your love:
The sashes are beset with snow.
I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again,
But it is winter with your love:
The frost is thick upon the pane.
I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs.
I watched your love a little while,
And brought my plants into the house.
I water them and turn them south,
And snap the dead brown from the stem,
But it is winter with your love:
I only tend and water them.
There was a time I stood and watched
The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
I cared for what he had to say,
I stood and watched him out of sight;
Today I reach around the door
And set the bowl upon the step.
My heart is what it was before,
But it is winter with your love:
I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window--and the birds
May take or leave them, as they will.
I like the first one better; much cuter. :)
Second one is way more emo like me, Jules.
Absurdity.
Absurdity.
LOL! Should I say it, too? :)
Sure!
Say it with me:
ABSURDITY!
ABSURDI-TEEEEEEEE!
Le absurtide!
They're kind of funny. ^_^
Somebody should help those poor folks inside. Their panties are in a terrible twist. Looks painful.
Bwah.
ab-turd-ity is what i call it. Now ya'll know where i live. Should i be scared? LOL! I feel naked and violated O_O
You're going to get poked with a gadget, TS, for sure.
OMG, they're like rats in a cage. It's funny.
Twisted,
We done alreddy knowed you was from Tex-ass and all, right?
And you knowed we was from Geeorgeeaah, so yeeehaww!
I think my rights as a anon posting ugly comments is my right as an american. LOL!
Even if you're not from 'Murrika? ;)
But now you know my address, and i just know you will come and stalk me and stuff. Just let me know when ya'll come and i will make you cookies! :)
Hi TS! I seez you! ^_^
Hi smoke,I'm sorry i am in my pjs.Next time i will dress up!
I know your longitude and latitude and I can see what you had for supper last Tuesday night, Twisted.
o_O
Solly, i keep looking behind me and stuff. I feel so emotion right now...
Damn, Twisted, You scared the shit out of me.
Did you see that?
It wasn't pretty.
That was me solly...what are you doing on the computer nakie?
Well, what can I say, Twisted?
That's just how I roll.
Air it out solly! LOL! Well ladies, it time for me to go to bed.But remember.......I know where you live! Ha Ha Goodnight!
THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE BLOG!
Sorry, I had to. :)
G'nite, Twisted.
Remember, I can see your dreams from here.
Bwahaha.
Okay, I'm out, too.
Nighty-night errbody!
Good night! And remember, the stat counter CAN SEE IN YOUR COLON.
Mine doesn't even register as the town where I live.
So there ya go.
Folks,
Try and have a good night, okay? I suck at falling asleep, but tonight, just for tonight, I am going to try something new.
If I can't sleep, I am going to count Stats!
Nite, nite!
Well guys, TA WATH! ^_^
Catch ya tomorrow!
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