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Post by marksiks on Dec 26, 2006 3:17:31 GMT 10
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the live long day
To an admiring bog!
E. Dickinson circa 1853
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Post by cartman on Dec 26, 2006 10:20:49 GMT 10
huh?
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bat
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Post by bat on Dec 26, 2006 11:38:57 GMT 10
Emily Rocks
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Post by vickibonet on Jan 3, 2007 16:03:18 GMT 10
Emily was amazing: to be able to lock yourself away and create beautiful work and not worry about recognition. How fortunate to be so inspired and in a financial position to do that. She died young too (I think in her 30s). What a gal. What a mind.
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Post by glean on Jan 3, 2007 23:13:16 GMT 10
another poet worth reading,,,,,,,,
from The Rag Rug
Somebody had made one. You admired it.
So you began to make your rag rug.
You needed to do it. Played on by lightnings
You needed an earth. Maybe. Or needed
To pull something out of yourself-
Some tapeworm of the psyche. I was simply
Happy to watch your scissors being fearless
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Whenever you worked at your carpet I felt happy.
Then I could read Conrad's novels to you.
I could cradle your freed mind in my voice,
Chapter by chapter, sentence by sentence,
Word by word: "Heart of Darkness,"
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I dreamed of our house
Before we ever found it. A great snake
Lifted its head from a well in the middle of the house
Exactly where the well is, beneath its slab,
In the middle of the house.
A golden serpent, thick as a child's body,
Eased from the opened well. And poured out
Through the back door, a length that seemed unending-
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by Ted Hughes,
printed in the New Yorker
published in Birthday Letters
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Post by ironguts on Jan 4, 2007 20:50:57 GMT 10
The old man is snoring,
he couldn't get up in the morning,
he bumped his head,
on the end of the bed,
and went " arghh FUCK"
Scott Lambie circa 1986
Printed on OJF now
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Post by glean on Jan 4, 2007 21:45:00 GMT 10
ironguts Irish drinking song
Ironguts is his name!
he drinks a lot of beer
He stuck a mic into his bum
but sez that hes not queer
he played the Gimp the best way
bent over for Rexy
& spryed himself in golden paint
to feed his family
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Post by ironguts on Jan 5, 2007 7:19:17 GMT 10
got a few things wrong there mate
Ironguts is his name!- Yes
he drinks a lot of beer- Yes
He stuck a mic into his bum-Yes
but sez that hes not queer-No, I'm open
he played the Gimp the best way-No, good gimp, but not the best gimp
bent over for Rexy-Always
& spryed himself in golden paint-Yes
to feed his family-No, never made a cent.
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Post by cartman on Jan 5, 2007 17:09:06 GMT 10
got a few things wrong there mate Ironguts is his name!- Yes he drinks a lot of beer- Yes He stuck a mic into his bum-Yes but sez that hes not queer-No, I'm open he played the Gimp the best way-No, good gimp, but not the best gimp bent over for Rexy-Always & spryed himself in golden paint-Yes to feed his family-No, never made a cent. dont worry guts i told my mum id get asthma if she didnt increase my credit card limit for pizza hut so tonigth we eat and u drink but i don;t understand the bit about gimp, is that a new xbox ? godammit ! I want a gimp..... i want my own gimp. give me a gimp or i'm outta here guys  |
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Post by ironguts on Jan 6, 2007 15:54:37 GMT 10
bring on the pizza and beer, I'll do the gimp when you go home Cartman, you have enough to worry about, espec with that affair your mums having with your school teacher.
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