a companion to 30 in 30

[unpredictablebijou]

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[Sara Crewe]

I'm gonna tie him up and make him watch ME eat Nutella. With a spoon straight from the jar, the way God intended.

That'll work too.

 

[Tzara]

Tzara:
sometimes I wish you were T.S. Eliot. I can't be that well-read in everything...

I am T.S. Eliot, m'dear. How about this *clearing throat* Shanty Shanty Shanty! (cough).

Or mebbe that was John Steinbeck. I get them confused.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I am T.S. Eliot, m'dear. How about this *clearing throat* Shanty Shanty Shanty! (cough).

Or mebbe that was John Steinbeck. I get them confused.

That's twice today that you people have caused me physical pain with these jokes.

That'll be a persimmon pie for you, my man.

I read that one too. In similar circumstances (yes, there is a girl equivalent). It's a favorite that I haven't thought about in 20 years.

 

[Eluard]

I am T.S. Eliot, m'dear. How about this *clearing throat* Shanty Shanty Shanty! (cough).

Or mebbe that was John Steinbeck. I get them confused.

yes, and don't think I don't have a pie left over for you, old possum!

It's like the end of Godfather I — everyone is going to get it simultaneously.

 

[Eluard]

I'm gonna tie him up and make him watch ME eat Nutella. With a spoon straight from the jar, the way God intended.

I see your Nutella and raise you a jar of Vegemite!

Put on with a fish knife and taken off again with the tongue — the way the devil intended.

 

[Eluard]

I am T.S. Eliot, m'dear. How about this *clearing throat* Shanty Shanty Shanty! (cough).

Or mebbe that was John Steinbeck. I get them confused.

I thought that was Kiss — though what album escapes me.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Eliot.
editorial goals.
thoughts on voice.

 

[Eluard]

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[Eluard]

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[unpredictablebijou]

Oh here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZDM6-TtKN0

It's almost topical, so I'll leave that in.

There was absolutely no food fight in this thread.

 

[Tzara]

yes, and don't think I don't have a pie left over for you, old possum!

Vivian, that little flirt,
In some cove near to the Zuider Zee,
Lifted her skirt.
To that small room of hers I came
To go, wishing
I was Michaelangelo
And thinking Marie,
Marie, hold on tight.
Which was never right,
Of course, as she was Viv,
And crazy for me, even then.
I here would quote from Sophocles
Some Greeky thing, for
I am smart, though from St. Louis,
Via Harvard, ach, patootie.
Hey, Ezra! Get me out of this!

I am no rock,
Nor not am shore.
I'm tired damn ya,
Damyatayore.

 

[Eluard]

Vivian, that little flirt,
In some cove near to the Zuider Zee,
Lifted her skirt.
To that small room of hers I came
To go, wishing
I was Michaelangelo
And thinking Marie,
Marie, hold on tight.
Which was never right,
Of course, as she was Viv,
And crazy for me, even then.
I here would quote from Sophocles
Some Greeky thing, for
I am smart, though from St. Louis,
Via Harvard, ach, patootie.
Hey, Ezra! Get me out of this!

I am no rock,
Nor not am shore.
I'm tired damn ya,
Damyatayore.

Nicely done! Shoulda saved that for the 30/30. Ah too late now…

 

[Sara Crewe]

Last time I looked Las Vegas bookies are showing 2 to 1 odds that the drumstick will beat the hotdog.


The suspense is killing me.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Shall I part his hair with pies? Do I dare to throw a peach?
I shall wear a butcher's apron and stay well out of his reach
I have seen the food he's slinging. I'll need bleach.

 

[Eluard]

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[Eluard]

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[unpredictablebijou]

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[Eluard]

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[unpredictablebijou]

Your words begin to grate,
You will write, for the cost of freight.
Perhaps it will be worth the wait.
Shall try to feign sincere, in Kansas aint got no friends/beer.

— Portrait of a Lady

That wasabi threat sounds serious though. :: running and covering ::

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[Eluard]

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[unpredictablebijou]

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[Guest]

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[Tathagata]

No! That's the beauty part: you don't even need to try. Just write poems and say whatever you like in your posts, no subtext. About six months from now you will be accused of belonging to an exclusionary clique (aka "the oval"). Well, you might say something--innocuous, even helpful, from your standpoint--like "people should edit their poems and fix the typos." Three unnamed poets will have vapors and any poems you have posted will be one-bombed.

I swear I am not making this up.

use the word " enjambment" alot too.

 

[Tathagata]

Originally Posted by unpredictablebijou


interestingly enough, from my limited experience, people who are in the Oval, due to some mysterious optical illusion, are the only ones who cannot see it.... so if you can't, congratulations, you are already in!

" I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members."
- Groucho Marx