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jazz
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response 102 of 278:
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Apr 30 12:27 UTC 1999 |
Tom Waits?
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md
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response 103 of 278:
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Apr 30 12:53 UTC 1999 |
Not Tom Waits. Here's another quote, same
author, same work:
There is coagulation in cold and there
is none in prudence. Something is preserved
and the evening is long and the colder spring
has sudden shadows in a sun. All the stain is
tender and lilacs really lilacs are disturbed.
Why is the perfect reestablishment practiced
and prized, why is it composed. The result the
pure result is juice and size and baking and
exhibition and nonchalance and sacrifice and
volume and a section in division and the
surrounding recognition and horticulture and
no murmur. This is a result. There is no
superposition and circumstance, there is
hardness and a reason and the rest and
remainder. There is no delight and no
mathematics.
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aruba
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response 104 of 278:
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Apr 30 13:55 UTC 1999 |
William Carlos Williams?
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happyboy
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response 105 of 278:
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Apr 30 15:52 UTC 1999 |
RED SOVINE!!!
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md
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response 106 of 278:
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Apr 30 17:03 UTC 1999 |
Neither William Carlos Williams nor Red Sovine.
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md
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response 107 of 278:
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Apr 30 17:12 UTC 1999 |
One more excerpt:
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday.
What was the sensible decision. The sensible
decision was that notwithstanding many
declarations and more music, not even
notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a
collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat
and a vacation and even more noise than cutting,
notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being
overbearing, not even notwithstanding an
elephant and a strict occasion, not even
withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning,
not even with drowning and with the ocean being
encircling, not even with more likeness and any
cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of
pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even
more likely to be pleasing. The care with which
the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the
white is wrong, the care with which there is a
chair and plenty of breathing. The care with
which there is incredible justice and likeness,
all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and
also a fountain.
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bookworm
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response 108 of 278:
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Apr 30 17:21 UTC 1999 |
Wow! Whoever he is, this guy is prolific.
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md
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response 109 of 278:
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Apr 30 17:26 UTC 1999 |
Hint: dead white Cliffie.
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remmers
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response 110 of 278:
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Apr 30 18:26 UTC 1999 |
Re resp:108 - Yep, real prolific. Wrote at least three paragraphs. :)
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aruba
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response 111 of 278:
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Apr 30 21:07 UTC 1999 |
What's a Cliffie?
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md
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response 112 of 278:
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May 1 03:05 UTC 1999 |
Radcliffe student or alum.
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md
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response 113 of 278:
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May 1 03:11 UTC 1999 |
Hint: The work quoted was published in 1914.
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tuwanda
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response 114 of 278:
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May 1 06:35 UTC 1999 |
It's beginning to look like the obscure
quote item.
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omni
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response 115 of 278:
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May 1 07:04 UTC 1999 |
How about Helen Keller?
Didn't she go to Radcliffe?
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md
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response 116 of 278:
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May 1 10:41 UTC 1999 |
Not Helen Keller. This author had her portrait
painted by Picasso a few years before she wrote
the book I'm quoting from. She was anything but
obscure, although I admit most people haven't
read this particular book, which is said to be
influenced by cubism.
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happyboy
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response 117 of 278:
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May 1 18:26 UTC 1999 |
gertrude stein
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md
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response 118 of 278:
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May 1 19:10 UTC 1999 |
Gertrude Stein is right. The quotes are from
"Tender Buttons." The Reverend is up.
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happyboy
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response 119 of 278:
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May 1 21:20 UTC 1999 |
the picasso info was a gimmee:)
a fragment:
When ranting round in Pleasure's ring,
Religion may be blinded;
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded;
But when on Life we're tempest-driv'n-
A conscience but a canker-
A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n
Is sure a noble anchor!
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tuwanda
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response 120 of 278:
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May 2 08:00 UTC 1999 |
Donne?
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remmers
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response 121 of 278:
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May 2 11:39 UTC 1999 |
Sounds kinda Robert Burns-ish.
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happyboy
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response 122 of 278:
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May 2 20:59 UTC 1999 |
remmers is RIGHT-O-ROONY!
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remmers
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response 123 of 278:
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May 3 10:45 UTC 1999 |
What clued me was "gie" for "give", a bit of Scottish dialect I've seen
in other Burns poems. ("Oh would some power the giftie gie us...")
Oh dear, this means I come up with another quote. I'll try to do that
later today.
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bookworm
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response 124 of 278:
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May 5 00:32 UTC 1999 |
I like Burns, but the only poem of his I'm familiar with is the "Red,
Red Rose" poem.
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flem
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response 125 of 278:
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May 5 23:45 UTC 1999 |
re 103: There is *so* mathematics. :)
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remmers
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response 126 of 278:
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May 6 00:08 UTC 1999 |
Okay, here's my quote du jour:
Having put his religious house in order, Mohammed now began to
enjoy his power as the undisputed ruler of a large number of Arab
tribes. But success has been the undoing of a large number of men who
were great in the days of adversity. He tried to gain the good will of
the rich people by a number of regulations which could appeal to those
of wealth. He allowed the Faithful to have four wives. As one wife was a
costly investment in those olden days when brides were bought directly
from the parents, four wives became a positive luxury except to those
who possessed camels and dromedaries and date orchards beyond the dreams
of avarice. A religion which at first had been meant for the hardy
hunters of the high-skied desert was gradually transformed to suit the
needs of the smug merchants who lived in the bazaars of the cities. It
was a regrettable change from the original program and it did very
little good to the cause of Hohammedanism. As for the prophet himself,
he went on preaching the truth of Allah and proclaiming new rules of
conduct until he died, quite suddenly, of a fever on June the seventh of
the year 632.
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