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hey, I liked 47. ;} One of my smarmier pieces.
in fact.
The Spam-ku archive The indisputable, inherent queen of ersatz food, Its putty-like consistency transmogrified into the universal putty of the written word, pours forth with glee celestial balderdash through wonderfully impertinent antique poetic forms, and cycles the zodiacal laughter, tears, and general silliness that flesh is heir to. new list indefatigable bullshit ersatz inspiration (I love the word ersatz) eponymous deity hallowed meretrix agglutinative personality
Avoiding the agglutinative personality of the crowd, I sidle along a back street Seeking the erzatz inspiration of some eponymous deity. Half blinded by the tearing rain I notice a whore, drenched in the sudden downpour Like a sort of ragged Virgin Mary huddled in a doorway Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick And hurry home to write, the words tummbling from my pen When I read what has been written, I wonder that such indefatitigable bullshit Should ever have come from me. *********************** Julie's back. Been really busy with other things. I want to reestablish the rules here, though as I said before they are only cast in clay, not stone. There are to be 5 to 8 pairs of words. Poets are supposed to use ALL the offered combinations and the poems are only supposed to be 5 to 16 lines in length. Like I've said before I'm not picky but... Please try to stay close to the rules. Otherwise, what's the point? ************************ New Word List 1. capable incompetant 2. blank musings 3. indifferent similarities 4. royal nobodies 5. sad joy 6. aluminum frustration
by the way, I actually had to look some of those last words up before I could use any of them. It definitely made for interesting poetry. ~Julie Pratt
sahib? sahib! Paradox is the world I teach you today, sahib. It is a glorious kingdom where royal nobodies sit upon thrones of aluminum frustration, and their sages are court fools babbling blank musings. Troubadours and common gleeman alike sing songs of sad joy, and wealth and poverty line the streets, paved with golden and wooden coins from the east etched with a parable on their third sides speaking of indifferent similarities here.
Jon, you forgot to do a word list. LOL
"Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick" haha, excellent. Was the pun intentional?
Depends, I didn't know there was a pun. Oh wait. I think I see it. No, it was completely unintentional. Suppose I should've seen that coming and written "muse's touch" instead. lol
Word list, please!
re 137, "muse's touch": Absolutely not! "muse's prick" is essential, especially in such close proximity to "meretrix". :)
yes. It would be unwise to break a near rhyme that happens to have a witty interpretation by a certain colloquialism. Oh, beg your pardon, John, sorry.. it is my turn. Here we are, as follows: rich beggar fragrant stench delicious dogma skillful quack thoughtful ignorance coordinated chaos joyous damnation stereophonic soliloquy
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It was not coincidence: It was the delicious dogma of the skillful quack that one rich kid was bad enough, but twins? Too much. So one was squirreled away (In the coordinated chaos of the birthing room) To the fragrant stench of the London streets, The joyous damnation of living among the common people nd raised in the love born of thoughtful ignorance. And yet, as the boys grew, their misery at their fates Rose above the streets of London -- From Buckingham Palace to the Back Alleys -- From the impoverished prince and the rich beggar -- A stereophonic soliloquy of "Woe is me!" (From the back story of "The Prince and the Pauper" ;} ) [Scribbled and reposted, I forgot one.]
devout heretic spurious capnomancy effluvial quinine retrofitted pyrene treacle-flavored disintegration retired wife gelatinous ceramic There you go. Some everyday phrases for y'all to play with.
oh my. I might need to look those ones up too, just to know what they mean when they are used in verse.
Is somebody going to post or are we waiting while everyone looks up brighn's wordlist.
I killed it. ={
I may give it a try tonight, if I feel up to it.
Not terribly good, but fun to write...
Sitting at the coffee house, watching his pipe make dragons
I practice my spurious capnomancy and spin stories about them
Stealing bits of wisdom from maidens who then buy them back
With gems.
The jacket talks about gin and tonic and again I smell the effluvial quinine
Of British officers in India, and think of the treacle-flavored disintegration
Of the Empire on which the sun never set. Until it did.
Grasshoppers lead one to another and I babble about tales of handmaids
And retired wives.
I am a devout heretic when it comes to their conversational patterns.
They follow me nonetheless.
Later I may talk about the woman who was frightened by ghosts
That turned her kylix into gelatinous ceramic
Or try to hard to bridge a gap between cyberpunk and folk song
By talking about yours trulyUs retrofitted pyrene.
Why do they let me?
(Words to follow)
{I swear Brighn picks his words the same way Lofting's good doctor picked
places to go}
New Words!! damasked footlights firey horns corked heron mirroring rosethorn indefinite bird falling's sound Anyone get my references in that poem to popular novels? (just curious) And, in reference to the poemin #132 (with "the muse's prick," are y'all aware that, in addition to the Nine Muses, the Greeks had a tenth, male, muse? Museo, the Muse-Man.
Who is Lofting's good doctor, and how did he pick places to go? I'm impressed, by the way. Only the last one -- retrofitted pyrene -- sounded really forced. The rest worked their way in fairly well, considering my Sadistic choices.
resp:149 Not that I'm aware of and I like to tell Greek myths for fun. What's your source?
To brighn: Nope, I'm gonna be stubborn, and make you look it up. To morwen: I've forgotten the source now, it was in something about Hecate, who was his mother. The reference seemed to be very obscure, and he wasn't very MUCH recognized.
Oops, meant to say that yeah, I know that was a bit forced, which is why I put in the bit about trying too hard. It's much funnier if you actually get my reference, but of course I was being purposely obscure last night.
Hmmmm... my resident Hellenic Reconstructionism contact is unaware of Hekate having children. Musaeus was not a Muse, but was connected to Them and to the Oracles (being the son of Selene and, perhaps, Orpheus). Apollo (also connected to Oracles) had Musagates [leader of the Muses] as an eponym. He's unaware of anyone called Museo (which is actually the Italian word for "museum," not surprisingly). But, Greek mythology spans a long time. It sounds spurious, but I can't disprove it without sources.
>Hekate in particular gets very confusing when you try to pin her down to >anything. According to one of my books, a fragment of Akousilaos lists Skylla >(a monster, usually paired with CHarybdis) as having been Hekate's offspring >by Phorkys (minor sea god, father of the Gorgons). I can't figure out where >I found that reference to Museo, and it may well have been incorrect. I >merely tossed it out as an item of interest. >Hekate is not often listed as having children, perhaps because she was seen >throughout the Classical period as a maiden goddess, very young. The >transformation into a crone doesn't appear to happen until the late Roman >period, and then seems to have been mainly a literary thing, unconnected with >her worship.
And the Maid, Mother, Crone aspect of Hekate appears to be a Wiccan thing, probably caused by a misunderstanding of three-faced Hekate statues (where all the faces are the same age).
This is a fun conversation, but leave us not forget the subject. Here is the latest wordlist restated: damasked footlights firey horns corked heron mirroring rosethorn indefinite bird falling's sound
The entire concept of maiden-mother-crone goddesses is modern, although it did not originate with Wiccans, we just picked it up. I'll dig up the source for that later. NO triple goddess is maiden-mother-crone. They're all the same age. Hekate was considered to be three-formed (Hecate Triformis is one of her Latin epithets), but all three of her were maidens. Errr, sorry. I'll shut up and let the item get back to its regularly scheduled mayhem now.
(The maid-mother-crone dynamic came from the Christians, but I don't tell a lot of Wiccans that, it tends to annoy them. ;} )
What's your source for that? Because my sources said it came from mythologists and anthropologists. I forgot to get the book back from the person to whom I loaned it, but I'll try to remember today.
Most fin de seicle anthropologists and mythologists were raised in a Christian society. My source? Simple observation. The relationship between the Lord and the Lady is a mirror image of the relationship between Mary and the tri-partite God (maid-son, mother-father, crone-spirit). Unless there's independent evidence for the evolution of the maid-mother-crone, I see no reason not to take the simplest explanation. If we want to keep this thread up, might I suggest we move it to a new item, and preferably to Synthesis?
I second the motion. in fact, I insist on it.
Here's the latest word list again: damasked footlights firey horns corked heron mirroring rosethorn indefinite bird falling's sound
Hmm, an idea...
Okay, here goes. Hamlet's Corpse I can't believe that Mr. Darden gave Ophelia to her, Anorexic old Maria Sykes. Listen to her, Gargling the famous lines in front of glass-eyed parents, Preening in the damasked footlights like some aging beauty Past her mediocre prime. A Straw-blonde ingenue, Stuffed in a leading lady's role like kleenex in a Pre-pubescent freshman's bra, unconvincing and ridiculous. Her lover, lanky Hamlet, played by glue-tongued Harry Dent, awkward as a corked heron stumbling after her, answering her mangled cadences with bungled lines, strained pauses, barely hidden glances Towards me, hidden here behind the monstrous setpiece, Freakish plywood cutout hastily painted to resemble Some surrealist rendering of three indefinite birds The size of basketballs, rakishly perched askance The rusted ledge of this implausible old urinal they found somewhere. Mr. Darden said he got it As a favor from the scary metal shop teacher When he finally gave up going over lines with Harry and Maria. How they laughed, those jackasses, and how I burned with shame, When he handed me the cue cards and showed me to my post. Some overzealous wit had thought to fill the rusty trough; Hypnotic tiny splashes from each drop falling's sound, Counterpoint more tuneful than the fiery horns and squealing bows. Puddles dance with the jouncing of the foot-slapped stage, Mirroring rosethorn elbows and baggy hose on rapier knees. Mechanically I flip the cards, cannot bear to watch As Harry jabs his tinfoiled car antenna at whatever jerk They got to play Laertes. Gratefully the last card falls, And I unclench my aching knees, eager not to bear the stale applause, As one more high-school mutilation of the Bard draws to its close.
you didn't do a new list!
Sorry. Let's see. evanescent conifer silly hierophant plaintive growl lifelike patina turgid sleeves
That was a little long, Flem. Good tho.
Oops, I forgot the length restriction. Not that I woudl have payed attention to it, anyway; I'm only barely comfortable stretching poems far enough to fit in a required word list. Restricting the length artificially I don't think I would be cool with.
Like I said, I'm not a bear when it comes to the rules. All I want is at least a brief nod before utterly breaking them, so that I know you are aware there is a rule there. :) Proceed.
With a plantive growl of, "You do not like my gorgeous new robes?" he spun full circle as if to flourish turgid sleeves and billowing brocade perhaps etched with a lifelike patina of embroidered deer and hounds. Instead, stark naked, a silly hirophant of an unknown kingdom stood before a dumbstruck crowd, suddenly wishing for darkness and the evanecent conifer anonymity of a virgin wilderness. --- Two lists, because I'd like to revive this game, take your pick: culinary assart edible collusion culpable platitude unsatisfied zealot superlative interment gregarious spider courageous vegitation tempestuous thread obvious meridian melodious oblivion
Oh mighty Amazon Dot Com, Thee who have given vent to my impatient wallet - Oh omnipresent United Parcel Service, Thee who drop each overflowing, pregnant sack Upon my doorstep - Cacophanous emotion fills me as I pore over Each precious bound volume, DVD, software package! Happiness stampedes me Like noisy pink herds of joyous flamingoes! Alone, I shout my ecstacy to the Unhearing, careless wallpaper. Was there a time, long past, without One-Click? If so, I can recall it poorly, dimly, As a distant galaxy viewed Through a warped telescope.
(I know, I know - I used the original list in #0, not arianna's lists. A sudden wash of inspiration flowed over me, and I had no choice.)
*laugh* *applause* ok...well... any takers on my lists? (:
I'll try one on. "Come," said the gregarious spider to the fly, "Come into my humble abode and dine with me." "Ah, you are most kind, spider sir," said the fly, "But I would not brave this web of temptestous thread. I would soon seek solace in the courageous vegetation That thrives despite the arid conditions. Your web, though of obvious meridian to you, Is far too filled with danger for me." So on buzzed the fly, so sure he was safe, Did not realize in his melodious oblivion, That the sweet-smelling plants were of carnivorous type And soon he languished in the jaws of one.
heehee! ok.. new list?
what about the other one you put up?
hey, if you wanna propose a new one, that's fine, too.
You have several choices: