Bistro Bijou

[Homburg]

So you're in a record store, thumbing through the stacks looking at titles.

"Shape of the words"? Yeah.
"How it sounds together"? Groovy.
"Structured grammar"? Not what I'm in the mood for.
"Rhythm"? Oh hell yeah.
"Semantic load"... Eh, not so much.
"Tone"? I'll take two of those.
"Imagery"? All about it.

Put it together in one sexy playlist, and call it "Poetry". Swap around the preferences a bit, and you can make a "Prose" playlist too. It's all the same songs, just included in different amounts and frequencies.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

ooooh. I'm in.

Ill bring these, just for starters.




Bjork. Unison. This is poetry.

Leonard, of course. Completely weird video, but that's not what I was focused on.

And growly, prosy stuff too. We'll need that. Tom Waits.


Shit. Must go. Y'all help yourselves to the snacks...

 

[annaswirls]

Just realised which thread you were referring too, I stayed out of it too many people flexing pseudo brain muscles and trying to look important and meaningful.

As for the other once I can get past the extreme hairinesssssss .........

psssst you know that we can read this, right ?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

psssst you know that we can read this, right ?

Well, she was reading before you got in there.

I thought it was kinda fun.

But then I had to go get snacks, so I lost track.

Hey, good to see you in here. Got any music for the "Poetry" soundtrack?

 

[annaswirls]

Well, she was reading before you got in there.

I thought it was kinda fun.

But then I had to go get snacks, so I lost track.

Hey, good to see you in here. Got any music for the "Poetry" soundtrack?

hmmm music? I am not sure. My "pseudo-brain" can't seem to find my youtube bookmark.

sorry to interrupt the fun

 

[Mistress_Belladonna]

Well, she was reading before you got in there.

I thought it was kinda fun.

But then I had to go get snacks, so I lost track.

Hey, good to see you in here. Got any music for the "Poetry" soundtrack?

http://www.rhapsody.com/player?type...geregion=&guid=&from=&hasrhapx=false&__pcode=

 

[Mistress_Belladonna]

Yeah, yeah... more of that romantic stuff! But it's really pretty!

Bijou, could you give me more than a hint of that it's about? It's one of my favorites from a Paris Combo CD, and I get the nuit and lune and etoile references, but the rest sort of stumps my ages old HS French lessons. ;-)

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh that's just silly. I'm looking at an avatar that says something entirely else.

Posted that in early hours of the morning so at that time I was lol

psssst you know that we can read this, right ?

Not you! Don't think your ego was being stoked!

http://www.rhapsody.com/player?type...geregion=&guid=&from=&hasrhapx=false&__pcode=

dratttttt not allowed to see this ...... for US residents only it's discrimination!

 

[Shankara20]

Are you complaining about the highbrow beer or the highbrow conversation?

Cause we could sneak into a corner and talk lingerie if you like.

And yes of course I have Coors. If that's your idea of a good time...

sorry - I had a momentary flashback that included line-dancing (see ) (NOT country )

I'm better today.

ps - thanks for the beer...

Cause we could sneak into a corner and talk lingerie if you like.

I'd rather we go into the corner and sneak into lingerie

 

[unpredictablebijou]

hmmm music? I am not sure. My "pseudo-brain" can't seem to find my youtube bookmark.

sorry to interrupt the fun

There is no such thing, here, as interrupting the fun.

How fortunate you must be to have both an excellent real brain AND a pseudo-brain to use. Do you employ the latter when you're drunk or something?

Yeah, yeah... more of that romantic stuff! But it's really pretty!

Bijou, could you give me more than a hint of that it's about? It's one of my favorites from a Paris Combo CD, and I get the nuit and lune and etoile references, but the rest sort of stumps my ages old HS French lessons. ;-)

ooooh man it's been a long time... But I can pick up a few phrases here and there. Maybe someone has time to actually search for the lyrics. They've got to be out there... You're about to make me prove just how rusty my French really is...

Sans??? sous la lune, On applaudit les xxx
Without rancour?, under the moon, We cheered for the xxx
Pas trop fort, juste un xxx pour leur efforts
not too loud, just (supportive? reconfort?) for their efforts


Dans la nuit, xx xx xx
In the night (can't tell following phrase)
(something something) walking on the roof

You are sensible, you stop on the border (edge)
of (something. ) Three (pas - steps?) behind
it freezes our arteries (?) (que glace nos arteres)

Three steps before, to find the time
to imagine falling, but falling (la chute, mais chute)


dear god my eyeballs are going to fall out of my head now. I don't think that helped much, except to keep me humble. Maybe I can try to do the rest later...

sorry - I had a momentary flashback that included line-dancing (see ) (NOT country )

I'm better today.

ps - thanks for the beer...



I'd rather we go into the corner and sneak into lingerie

okay so I was looking for a picture of lingerie to suggest for you, and I found this.

Let's get matching outfits and start a Bistro Badminton team. it's the only "sport" I've ever been good at.

Or maybe extreme croquet.

 

[champagne1982]

Are there any men in just pads and tightie whities on that site? I can see boobs any time I look in a mirror, I want jocks!

 

[Tzara]

Are there any men in just pads and tightie whities on that site? I can see boobs any time I look in a mirror, I want jocks!

That's the Lingerie Bowl, m'dear. Manufactured for the XY set.

Some Yale MBA put "football" and "models in underwear" together, got some VC funding, a digital video camera, and some kid who could program Flash. Hey presto! Soft core porn.

I'm kind of jealous about that mirror thing. Just a comment.

 

[Tzara]

sorry - I had a momentary flashback that included line-dancing (see ) (NOT country )

I work in software sales, and that vid is so true to the boredom of trade shows that I might even get up and dance to it.

Well, perhaps not, but it is how shows are. Dull, dull, dull. And your feet hurt.

 

[Tzara]

Yeah, yeah... more of that romantic stuff! But it's really pretty!

Bijou, could you give me more than a hint of that it's about? It's one of my favorites from a Paris Combo CD, and I get the nuit and lune and etoile references, but the rest sort of stumps my ages old HS French lessons. ;-)

This is someone's translation. I haven't checked it for accuracy, not that I could, very well anyway, but it doesn't seem deranged, in any case.

Et Bijou? Vous êtes magnifique.

 

[Homburg]

ooooh. I'm in.

Ill bring these, just for starters.




Bjork. Unison. This is poetry.

Leonard, of course. Completely weird video, but that's not what I was focused on.

And growly, prosy stuff too. We'll need that. Tom Waits.


Shit. Must go. Y'all help yourselves to the snacks...

I was attempting to make a metaphor. The idea being that prose and poetry use the same elements, arranged in different orders of importance. That the line between the two is drawn in peaks and valleys.

In short, I fail at defining poetry, so I attempted to do so by inference. Apparently, I'm sucktastic there too

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Are there any men in just pads and tightie whities on that site? I can see boobs any time I look in a mirror, I want jocks!

I've become very fond of the boyshort thing on men lately. See if you like this:

This is someone's translation. I haven't checked it for accuracy, not that I could, very well anyway, but it doesn't seem deranged, in any case.

Et Bijou? Vous êtes magnifique.

Well I almost guessed a few lines anyway. but who the fuck gets taught "somnambulist" in high school french?

Eh bien. T, merci et mon plaisir...

I was attempting to make a metaphor. The idea being that prose and poetry use the same elements, arranged in different orders of importance. That the line between the two is drawn in peaks and valleys.

In short, I fail at defining poetry, so I attempted to do so by inference. Apparently, I'm sucktastic there too

See, though, you're right. So there's that. No one can possibly actually succeed at "defining" "poetry".

I rather despise the conversations that start with "what is poetry?" They tend to keep people from writing stuff.

Hey. Let's write stuff. Let's talk about what's happening to us right now.

 

[Shankara20]

Leonard, of course. Completely weird video, but that's not what I was focused on.

Leonard - I live and die by Leonard.
I spend hours crying on the floor listening to him sing his poetry.
Then I spend hours trying to sort out what he means by his words after I recover from what I thought he meant by his words.

"Suzanne" still makes me weak in the knees.

"and she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China..."

for over 40 years I have built a movie in my mind around that line

*sigh*

"and she feeds you tea and oranges
that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
that you have no love to give her
then she gets you on her wavelength
and she lets the river answer
that you’ve always been her lover"
​

*sigh*


several years ago Leonard talking about that song and the tea and the oranges

he said she had offered him a cup of Constant Comment tea.

tea and oranges that come all the way from China = Constant fuckin' Comment

*sounds for Shank wondering off looking for razor blades and a bath tub muttering "Bigelow's Constant fuckin' Comment tea for crying out loud"... *

"And you want to travel with her
and you want to travel blind
and you know that she will trust you
for you’ve touched her perfect body
with your mind"​

 

[champagne1982]

But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

I have different lyrics that I've staged a play in my mind around..
Bruce Poetry

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime --
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
And we're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

 

[Homburg]

I've become very fond of the boyshort thing on men lately. See if you like this:

I have found exactly one brand of these things (which men call boxer-briefs, not boy-shorts, thankyouverymuch) that does not suck. Unfortunately, they're like $25 a pop, and I am NOT going to pay that much for underwear no matter how good they are. And I lost the only frikken pair I did have *grumbles*

Underarmour, by the way. Fantastic stuff. Only set of boxer-briefs that can keep my bits in place. The rest fail.

See, though, you're right. So there's that. No one can possibly actually succeed at "defining" "poetry".

I rather despise the conversations that start with "what is poetry?" They tend to keep people from writing stuff.

Same. Pointless and trite. Thus my attempt at metaphor instead.

Hey. Let's write stuff. Let's talk about what's happening to us right now.

Wow, that would be boring on my end.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*sounds for Shank wondering off looking for razor blades and a bath tub muttering "Bigelow's Constant fuckin' Comment tea for crying out loud"... *

"And you want to travel with her
and you want to travel blind
and you know that she will trust you
for you’ve touched her perfect body
with your mind"​

Ah, but see, that's one definition for "poetry" that might actually fit in this case.

An old thing, said in a new way.

Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime --
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
]

Interesting concept. What do you think, Bistrovians? Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight. Agree or disagree.

I have found exactly one brand of these things (which men call boxer-briefs, not boy-shorts, thankyouverymuch)

whoops. *giggling* um, sorry. Yes. ahem. Boxer briefs.


that does not suck. Unfortunately, they're like $25 a pop, and I am NOT going to pay that much for underwear no matter how good they are. And I lost the only frikken pair I did have *grumbles*

Underarmour, by the way. Fantastic stuff. Only set of boxer-briefs that can keep my bits in place. The rest fail.

[/QUOTE]

I should think when your bits are opinionated enough to start their own advice column, it would take rather special undergarments to control them.

Wow, that would be boring on my end.

Yeah, maybe this week, but in general I suspect you'd have some very interesting things to talk about.

c'mon. write poetry. you'll be cool....

 

[Homburg]

Ah, but see, that's one definition for "poetry" that might actually fit in this case.

An old thing, said in a new way.

Viral advertising = poetry

Interesting concept. What do you think, Bistrovians? Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight. Agree or disagree.

I basically agree, though "struggle" might be a more apt choice of terms in prose. Obviously "fight" works better there. Anyway, yeah, nothing worth it comes without struggle, without cost. It is just not always obvious what that cost is in dollars or blood. Sometimes it is in sweat, time, or suffering.

whoops. *giggling* um, sorry. Yes. ahem. Boxer briefs.

*nods tersely and all manly-like*

I should think when your bits are opinionated enough to start their own advice column, it would take rather special undergarments to control them.

No kidding. Boxer-briefs generally suck, and actual boxers are RIGHT out. It's tighty-whiteys all the way. And fucking jock-straps are always too small. I don't want the lads cozying up to my taint, dammit. And what fucking sadists made athletic cups that small? The times I've worn them were exercises in self-CBT. I learned to just learn to protect the package and take my chances. The odds of crothcal agony approached 100% with a frikken cup.

Yeah, maybe this week, but in general I suspect you'd have some very interesting things to talk about.

c'mon. write poetry. you'll be cool....

Not worth it currently. As I've said before, anything I write is guaranteed to blow if I'm not in the right headspace. That's me right now. Not worth typing.

 

[Homburg]

for over 40 years I have built a movie in my mind around that line

When I write plot for my games, songs are frequent inspirations. I remember a night road trip with CCR's "The Concert" in my CD player. The song "Tombstone Shadow" was particularly striking that night, and spawned some incredible images. I knew then that my next game would have its' heart in a graveyard, and it did. The first major meaningful scene plot-wise took place in an old abandoned North Carolina graveyard, and the crumbling dark and decadent glory of the place set the tone.

The plots I'm working on now are getting similar inspiration. I've got a particular song in mind with some stunning imagery, and it is spawning all sorts of ideas. The plot wheels are spinning.

CCR, as an aside, has been a rich source of joy for me for most of my life.

 

[Shankara20]

And fucking jock-straps are always too small.

 

[Shankara20]

CCR, as an aside, has been a rich source of joy for me for most of my life.

*happy sounds of Shank shufflin' down the street...
"You don't need a penny just to hang around,
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?"

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Homburg:
*nods tersely and all manly-like*

ur so cute when ur bein manly.

No kidding. Boxer-briefs generally suck, and actual boxers are RIGHT out. It's tighty-whiteys all the way. And fucking jock-straps are always too small. I don't want the lads cozying up to my taint, dammit. And what fucking sadists made athletic cups that small? The times I've worn them were exercises in self-CBT. I learned to just learn to protect the package and take my chances. The odds of crotchal agony approached 100% with a frikken cup.

The idea of you doing self-CBT just amuses the hell out of me.

I'm terribly sorry about that, but it's just how I am.

I do like men who have strong opinions about underwear. Theirs, someone else's, whatever.

*happy sounds of Shank shufflin' down the street...
"You don't need a penny just to hang around,
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?"

I'll give you a quarter if you show me your underwear...