Bistro Bijou

[champagne1982]

Wasn't tangerine dreams something in a song possibly The Beatles?

green tambourine, kaleidoscope eyes
marmalade skies, sex in the machine
skitamarinky-dinky dink, fruit washed
in the sink and I love you...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

What she just said lol I just looked on youtube and the name seems to be of a band in their own right

 

[sassynyc]

I always like to think about peoples Alt names.

For example:

Safe_Bet. Me being a poker player and that it is a "Safe Bet" that I will say something silly or stupid.

SassyNYC. Her killer attitude and where she hails from.

tangerine sex dream. No clue. I can see a cucumber sex dream, maybe a banana sex dream or if I'm really hot an eggplant sex dream, but WTF can you do with a tangerine?
(do you peel it first? A slice at a time? What???)

eggplant...
you have no idea how good it is to hear you in not-so-rare smart ass form. lovely to see you around dollface. miissed you lots.

as for tangerines, segment by segment, they're good for more than just garnishing a tossed salad......just sayin'.

citrus smoothie comes to mind

 

[sassynyc]

I'll be taking this down in a moment.


yup.

bj

it is scary/baffling that anyone has this kind of time on their hands.
your admirer could be somewhere doing something productive with their time. shit, if you've got the time to cyber stalk someone, take that energy and harness it. take up medical research.....cure cancer. obsession with bj's being published....write the book to end all books. for the love of " a god somewhere that smites" do something SIGNIFICANT.

SERIOUSLY.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*scrawled in fuschia lipstick on the bar mirror:*

Bistro Poetry Challenge:
Write a glosa on the following Zen koan:

Without thinking of good or evil,
show me your true face
from before your father and mother were born.

 

[Safe_Bet]

*scrawled in fuschia lipstick on the bar mirror:*

Bistro Poetry Challenge:
Write a glosa on the following Zen koan:

Without thinking of good or evil,
show me your true face
from before your father and mother were born.

Sure. No prob!

(WTF did she just SAY??? )

I WANT some of those shrooms bj!

 

[EilonwyKareena]

Produce

Stand
In the aisle
Comparing apples and oranges.
Neither sweeter nor the other.
Both make juice, but only one
A pie and one a sherbet.

 

[champagne1982]

texte:
Without thinking of good or evil,
show me your true face
from before your father and mother were born.

glose:
Without thinking of good or evil
your eyes relax becalmed
by the act of feeling less than powerful emotion.

Show me your true face;
the one that hides each worry behind a smile
which blinks each sorrow away with tears.

From before your father and mother,
you're left with ancestors unknown
except through the gift of stories shared at the table.

We're born with our true face showing
Neither good nor evil have marked
their lines upon our hearts to show through our eyes.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

texte

Without thinking of good or evil,
show me your true face
from before your father and mother were born.


glose

Without thinking of good or evil
the cat escapes, and we chase round
watching emptiness with flashlights
seeing ghosts, reluctant to speak.

Show me your true face
again, in safely dim light
where we can speak in simple sounds
one name, over and over

from before your father and mother were born
until this moment, you have always known
that in the dark, cats and words are invisible,
like the spirits or the bones under the skin.


.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sure. No prob!

(WTF did she just SAY??? )

I WANT some of those shrooms bj!

Buggered if I know what's a glosa? perhaps it's a mushroom!

Stand
In the aisle
Comparing apples and oranges.
Neither sweeter nor the other.
Both make juice, but only one
A pie and one a sherbet.

Hey I like this!

 

[champagne1982]

Sure. No prob!
(WTF did she just SAY??? )
I WANT some of those shrooms bj!

Buggered if I know what's a glosa? perhaps it's a mushroom!

Do you want a Master Series class on this?

In short, glosa poems are pretty easy to write. There are some complicated rules as to metre and strophe length but I choose to ignore them and concentrate on the actual message of my gloss.

Essentially, this is what you're doing, putting gloss to the succulent lips of the text. So, you find a verse; in the current challenge bj chose a Zen message to add to. Both hers and mine differ enough to show you the possibilities of the formula and how each person will interpret the text.

We chose texte and glose as labels here, because that's what they're called in the language the form became popular in. Like ekphrastic poems, the glosa invites you to get inside the art (although the ekphrastic ones are best if you're inside the artist's head, too.)

Whew! Before coffee even. lah

eta: Now, with coffee in hand I see where my instruction fell short. You include each line in your poem and build the stanza from it. You can do as bj and wrap the verse in quatrains or if you're especially lazy, copy the formula or shape into your glose.

p.s. Clear as muck? Good

 

[Remec]

*scrawled in fuschia lipstick on the bar mirror:*

Bistro Poetry Challenge:
Write a glosa on the following Zen koan:

texto:
Without thinking of good or evil,
show me your true face
from before your father and mother were born.

glosa:
Without thinking of good or evil,
walk among them both,
marvel at how they feel with
all your senses, then wonder
how glorious it is to be neutral.

Show me your true face,
then, and let the impartiality fall
away so that I can behold the real
colour you reflect--what exact
shade of grey you are.

From before your father and mother were born,
or even thought of by anyone who might
have done so, before family or nation,
culture, history, or even Time. From there
do you come and there return, someday.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Do you want a Master Series class on this?

In short, glosa poems are pretty easy to write. There are some complicated rules as to metre and strophe length but I choose to ignore them and concentrate on the actual message of my gloss.

Essentially, this is what you're doing, putting gloss to the succulent lips of the text. So, you find a verse; in the current challenge bj chose a Zen message to add to. Both hers and mine differ enough to show you the possibilities of the formula and how each person will interpret the text.

We chose texte and glose as labels here, because that's what they're called in the language the form became popular in. Like ekphrastic poems, the glosa invites you to get inside the art (although the ekphrastic ones are best if you're inside the artist's head, too.)

Whew! Before coffee even. lah

eta: Now, with coffee in hand I see where my instruction fell short. You include each line in your poem and build the stanza from it. You can do as bj and wrap the verse in quatrains or if you're especially lazy, copy the formula or shape into your glose.

p.s. Clear as muck? Good

Oh I see I think, does each stanza start with the lines given or do they go in anywhere?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

5

I was more than accepting them the feeling was incredible as my pussy was being licked and slowly, so slowly stretched and entered to the hilt before starting a steady rhythm pushing me upwards at every stroke towards the cock filling my mouth and when he could hold out no longer pouring his man juice down my throat. In that position I had no choice but to swallow and there was a hell of a lot of it! No sooner had he withdrawn but another took his place and both cocks pounded and filled me from both ends.
I was lifted from the bed then placed into a sitting position with a cock beneath me guided inside and pushed forward so my breasts hung down to a waiting mouth. I gasped out loud as a finger began to caress my buttocks edging to that exposed hole, rubbing round it then easing in lubricating as it went opening and spreading it and I knew what was coming next. My breath was coming in gasps I tried to relax but I knew I was losing it and as soon as a cock touched me there and pushed I started to scream. A moments discomfort and he was in, not stopping going all the way and somewhere in a dark tunnel I could hear a deep voice telling me he was using me. I was screaming, swearing and begging oh please god please my body bucking as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through me not once but over and over again. I clamped hard on both cocks, there would be no withdrawal till I was through, and I heard both men groan and cry out as both sets of muscles relaxed and clamped as multiple orgasms tore me apart and milked them dry.

 

[champagne1982]

Annie, love. You definitely have a flare for group sex writing. I've never been able to communicate it, possibly because it really is outside my own experience. I'm a feeler when I relate a story, so if I can't understand what it's like to have multiple penetration sex, then I really can't tell it.

You're doing wonderfully and no, I'm not telling you how damp my pannies are .

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*while reading bistro porn, bijou has a sudden thought.*

I wonder what the Lit regulations are on making a found poem from excerpts of a PM?

bj

 

[Remec]

You're doing wonderfully and no, I'm not telling you how damp my pannies are .

Can we just imagine how damp then? hehehe

 

[Remec]

*while reading bistro porn, bijou has a sudden thought.*

I wonder what the Lit regulations are on making a found poem from excerpts of a PM?

I would imagine it was fine as long as nothing in the excerpt could be identified or traced back to the person sending it originally (or persons in the case of something quoted or forwarded). But it's been a while since I've read through that material, it might be that nothing in a PM is allowed to be un-PMed without the okay from all parties involved.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Annie, love. You definitely have a flare for group sex writing. I've never been able to communicate it, possibly because it really is outside my own experience. I'm a feeler when I relate a story, so if I can't understand what it's like to have multiple penetration sex, then I really can't tell it.

You're doing wonderfully and no, I'm not telling you how damp my pannies are .

I would hasten to point out that I haven't had experience of group sex just a vivid imagination! When it's finished I might consider submitting it if I can get the punctuation right and let the wolves sharpen their teeth on it!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Here's the actual rule:

You may not post personal information of other members or, for that matter, anyone else. We do not allow phone numbers, email addresses, private messages or quotes from private emails to be posted on the forum. This rule also covers real names, employment info, and any other personal information that we deem inappropriate.

There is in fact a thread in the AH in which folks post the text from anonymous comments and respond to them. So apparently if it's an anonymous PM or comment it's alright to quote it.

hm. Seems to mean that one cannot "post private messages" (which implies that excerpts would also be prohibited) or quote from private e-mail.

Since my stalker is unwilling to do anything in front of people now, I'm wondering if there's basically nothing I can do about the harassment.

kinda sucks. One can block every alt, but that means that every new alt gets in at least one good nastygram before being blocked. And there are, as we all know, an infinite number of possible new alts.

I still defend free speech, and that particular policy of the board, quite fiercely. Seems, though, that being unable to say something about what one receives in a PM sorta violates the free speech thing, though.

Just noodling.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

As I put in the Dear X thread I actually think it's illegal must come under the libel/slander laws somewhere although I don't know what those are over there

 

[champagne1982]

Here's the actual rule:



There is in fact a thread in the AH in which folks post the text from anonymous comments and respond to them. So apparently if it's an anonymous PM or comment it's alright to quote it.

hm. Seems to mean that one cannot "post private messages" (which implies that excerpts would also be prohibited) or quote from private e-mail.

Since my stalker is unwilling to do anything in front of people now, I'm wondering if there's basically nothing I can do about the harassment.

kinda sucks. One can block every alt, but that means that every new alt gets in at least one good nastygram before being blocked. And there are, as we all know, an infinite number of possible new alts.

I still defend free speech, and that particular policy of the board, quite fiercely. Seems, though, that being unable to say something about what one receives in a PM sorta violates the free speech thing, though.

Just noodling.

bj

You can forward the offensive communication to Laurel and she and her mate can do all in their power to block and ban the IP address of the sender. That's about all I can think of as a recourse, other than presenting the evidence to the FBI.

Keep the faith, ducks. Bitterness is soon turned into shit and if you can't bury all the shit, at least it will fertilize your roses.

 

[Shankara20]

...milked them dry.

THUNK
*sounds of Shank passing out at his desk*

 

[Tzara]

Since my stalker is unwilling to do anything in front of people now, I'm wondering if there's basically nothing I can do about the harassment.

kinda sucks. One can block every alt, but that means that every new alt gets in at least one good nastygram before being blocked. And there are, as we all know, an infinite number of possible new alts.

I think there is an option to only receive PMs from persons you have designated "buddies." That's kind of the equivalent of explicit identification filters for spam. You'd have to go through and mark everyone you want to receive PMs from as buddies, which is a pain, but it would block the asshat.

Of course, if you still have anonymous feedback on for your stories, they can send you anonymous e-mails. It's kinda if you make things easy for comments, you make it easy for dickheads.

My advice (which is easy for me to give and probably would be more difficult even for me to follow) is to pity the person and ignore the PMs. I can't recall ever seeing anybody be quite so abjectly pathetic before. Tiresome, but weirdly fascinating.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

THUNK
*sounds of Shank passing out at his desk*

Let me check my names list ... yes you are in there somewhere!