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arianna
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response 74 of 178:
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May 31 19:30 UTC 2000 |
I've been to Gary, Indiana. and it truely is the fragrant buttcrack of the
US.
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remmers
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response 75 of 178:
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Jun 7 16:21 UTC 2000 |
Right. I've been forced to go *through* Gary to get from Ann Arbor
to Chicago, but have always assiduously avoided stopping there,
because of what Gary is.
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arianna
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response 76 of 178:
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Jul 4 16:53 UTC 2000 |
(This poem went beyond what I'd expected it to be when I sat down to write
it -- there's actually a work in progress revolving around this, but I'm
posting a fractured version of it in order to get on with the game.)
Sky clippings spike violently down;
weighted, frustrated, anger within static.
Velvet sandwich of cumulonimbus
pressing down from the firmanent, voluminous.
A missing knot, a heated blade --
the sky is unclasped, gravid and decending.
Ocean scoured shore voltage-heavy --
singular forceps of a bolt hot and quick
cut the air with a shriek, sheer the limb off a tree.
A cyclone reaches out, over the water,
One eye in the midst of a watery face.
A cyclops with invisible hands and wings
Lifts a black-haired woman into the sky.
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nervous dragon
prowling snows
spectral birds
gutted heavens
smokey aspens
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arianna
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response 77 of 178:
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Jul 12 00:06 UTC 2000 |
(Are you guys tired of the game?)
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orinoco
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response 78 of 178:
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Jul 12 17:44 UTC 2000 |
r
nah, just underinspired :)
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arianna
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response 79 of 178:
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Jul 15 22:07 UTC 2000 |
<sad little girl face> aw.
what, not enough rudabagas in my phrases?
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orinoco
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response 80 of 178:
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Jul 16 06:13 UTC 2000 |
Yeah, that must be it ;)
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lumen
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response 81 of 178:
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Jul 17 05:05 UTC 2000 |
I haven't had the creative juices for poetry lately..
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arianna
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response 82 of 178:
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Jul 17 18:34 UTC 2000 |
oh, that's right, just blame the fw. d=
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lumen
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response 83 of 178:
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Jul 18 02:53 UTC 2000 |
I wasn't blaming you, Erinn dear, I was blaming myself.
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arianna
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response 84 of 178:
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Jul 18 09:07 UTC 2000 |
no need for such self deprication. (;
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lumen
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response 85 of 178:
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Jul 19 04:40 UTC 2000 |
true, but I have felt burnt out in this context for quite a while.
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arianna
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response 86 of 178:
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Feb 4 18:27 UTC 2001 |
ok, you guys, it's february and not a poem in sight.
for the benefit of everyone, I"m going to post THREE lists. pick the one you
like and *write something* for gods sakes.
#1 (the original; which I don't expect anyone to use, honestly.)
nervous dragon
prowling snows
spectral birds
gutted heavens
smokey aspens
#2
gregarious spider
courageous vegitation
tempestuous thread
obvious meridian
melodious oblivion
#3
racked roses
purple Fiji
gum-backed stamps
folded fortune
prodigious apple
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aquarum
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response 87 of 178:
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Feb 4 23:28 UTC 2001 |
The nervous dragon of my mind
slithers through the smokey aspens of schoolwork
trying to avoid the prowling snows
that are the language of memory
She tiptoes on five-fingered-feet
gazing longingly at the gutted heavens
where once she danced for an audience
of spectral birds
new phrases:
singing shoes
galumphing books
unlovely art
purple M&Ms
roaring uvula
mind remover
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orinoco
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response 88 of 178:
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Feb 5 02:23 UTC 2001 |
(ooh...."mind remover" is a good one....)
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aquarum
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response 89 of 178:
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Feb 5 06:08 UTC 2001 |
<curtsey> thank you, kind sir.
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brighn
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response 90 of 178:
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Feb 5 15:14 UTC 2001 |
I once had singing shoes and dancing hands:
My mind, it flew across the shifting sands...
The fantasies were no unlovely art
To drag me down and weigh upon my heart
But the roaring uvula which condescends
Upon the land of make-believe-pretends
Struck out with heady science, tsk-tsk looks,
Disapproving frowns, gallumphing books...
And now I'm not a dreamer, I'm a prover
(I think I shall soon need a mind remover)
[There were six on the list, so I used the five that worked bast.]
Narcotic inconveniences
Genuine misanthropy
Slow chiffon
Eccliastical Jeffersonian
Bad brick
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aquarum
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response 91 of 178:
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Feb 5 22:44 UTC 2001 |
(applause)
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flem
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response 92 of 178:
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Feb 7 20:54 UTC 2001 |
Ecclesiastical (I assume that's what you meant to type) Jeffersonian is
killer. The rest of those are actually kind of evocative.
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brighn
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response 93 of 178:
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Feb 7 21:55 UTC 2001 |
Quite right, I didn't think my spelling looked right.
And oh, come on, I could fold that it and even make it make sense.don't make
me respond to my own phraselist. ;}
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arianna
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response 94 of 178:
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Feb 8 03:28 UTC 2001 |
Julie, could you please clarify: your rules state, "Each player comes up
with 5-8 pairs of words." Rebecca's list was 6 pairs, and Brighn elected
to use only 5 of those 6 pairs. Is that allowable? (Not that I'm going
to suggest that we throw out his poem if it isn't, I just wanted to be
clear on that point.)
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brighn
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response 95 of 178:
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Feb 8 03:52 UTC 2001 |
Hm. Everybody had been using 5, I thought that was the number.
*shrug*
I don't care. For that matter, I don't care if people ignore my list and go
on with a different one. It's just a distraction anyway.
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lumen
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response 96 of 178:
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Feb 8 04:18 UTC 2001 |
Julie has not been here for ages. I don't think she would declare
herself a rules lawyer in this case, and would likely respond that
folks should do whatever strikes them.
(I'm sure the number she picked was arbitrary.)
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aquarum
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response 97 of 178:
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Feb 8 08:40 UTC 2001 |
"Malaclypse the Younger"
I look out with genuine misanthropy
On all those gathered to hear him speak
They bicker and fight over semantics and degrees
This mangled hodge-podge of humanity
"He always turns up, whether you invite him or not.
Might as well give the bad penny a place on the program."
"More like a bad brick. I always stub my toes
On his crackpot religion."
The ecclesiastical Jeffersonian makes his way
Through slow chiffon clouds of narcotic inconveniences
Kissing hands and shaking babies
And begins, at last, to speak of Eris
**There. It's not the best I've ever written, in fact it sucks, but it's
something.
New phrases:
airy tripod
venomous cavern
voodoo bunny
spinning contrariwise
waxen mob
have fun!
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brighn
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response 98 of 178:
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Feb 8 16:06 UTC 2001 |
hey now, I liked it. At least it wasn't cotton candy.
*ducks*
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