Bistro Bijou

[Tzara]

As for a poem, maybe. After reading Dora's last in the Dirty 30, perhaps my pencils should be retired. I am tres impressed.

Dora's playing in the bigs now. We're still Triple-A. There's still popcorn and beer in the stands, so it don't mean you can't write a poem, sweetness.

Join me for a dance on the bar top?

Saved Stardust, a 'cuz I like that slow cheek-to cheek stuff with you.

Um, because of your footwork. Yeah. Footwork. Exceptional footwork. Where'd you learn that?

 

[Tzara]

Hot damn! That was good stuff.

I can't decide which one I like better, Booker T and the MG's or Lightning Hopkins.

I like them all, but am kind of partial to the Harry James version. I didn't realize the song predated BT and the MGs.

You should write a poem too, mister. Just sayin'.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

My, I am honored, and blushing like a school girl. A playlist for moi?
Off to listen and do my happy dance (Booker T & the MGs are my fave )
As for a poem, maybe. After reading Dora's last in the Dirty 30, perhaps my pencils should be retired. I am tres impressed.

Join me for a dance on the bar top?

Bardancing is one of my favorite passtimes. Thank you for the compliment but don't you dare retire anything.

 

[sassynyc]

Dora's playing in the bigs now. We're still Triple-A. There's still popcorn and beer in the stands, so it don't mean you can't write a poem, sweetness. Saved Stardust, a 'cuz I like that slow cheek-to cheek stuff with you.

Um, because of your footwork. Yeah. Footwork. Exceptional footwork. Where'd you learn that?

All tunes have been added to my playlist on youtube, thank you very much.
Now, back to the cheek-to-cheek stuff.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I dreamt I was asked to fill in a questionnaire and one of the questions was do you dye your hair and I answered yes (which I don't!) and the person asking suddenly turned into my sister who got most irate for leading her on all these years that I was blonde! Figure that one out

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I dreamt I was asked to fill in a questionnaire and one of the questions was do you dye your hair and I answered yes (which I don't!) and the person asking suddenly turned into my sister who got most irate for leading her on all these years that I was blonde! Figure that one out

It's about reality vs. illusion. Kind of a theme around here lately.

My what a fascinating day this has been so far. It's a hoot around my house; the coffee station, which is the only thing that matters to me, is set up in the living room. I'm washing the occasional dish in the kitchen sink, and the rest of the time it's paper plates and microwaves. Dinner is being cooked at the Bunny and Jet's house and delivered in laundry baskets. The Boys have made the kitchen into a giant hole and are picking up the new ceiling and walls in a couple of trucks today. And currently the fountain at the shop has become demonically possessed and is undergoing emergency surgery.

It's mayhem, and yet I'm pretty contented. Things are breaking loose, opening up, unclenching like a fist, stretching like the surprise lilies and crocuses that will be muscling their way through the surface any day now. I am eager to see what sort of bandwidth we can waste today, being kind to each other and offering each other compassion and amusement.

lalala

 

[bflagsst]

I am eager to see what sort of bandwidth we can waste today, being kind to each other and offering each other compassion and amusement.

lalala

I do feel bad for her, I know something of her life and poems.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I do feel bad for her, I know something of her life and poems.

um.

me too.

My mom was bad crazy. Chemically bi-polar, big problems, very bad crazy. I grew up around a dynamic that featured a lot of loss of control, major psychotic breaks, the real deal.

But eventually I noticed that when she had a tantrum and started throwing dishes at us, she never threw the good dishes. She could, even in her worst rage, manage to select the replaceable dishes. She never threw anything that was truly important to her.

control is control. Either you have it or you don't. Either you break whatever dish happens to be in your path, or you have enough control that you can choose not to break dishes at all, and you're simply refusing to exert that control.

nuff said, truly. Who wants biscotti?

 

[champagne1982]

So, I wrote an ekphrastic on Van Gogh's The Olive Trees and well, it's not a bad poem. I quite like it... A Hungarian artist found it during a google I suppose, attributed it wrongly to the artist... Yes, she thought Senor Vinnie had written a little poemie about his painting and wow! What a great discovery...

Turns out she had a little gallery show going on with her paintings and poems for each. All were painted by her on silk and most were accompanied by her own poems. A few others were written by some big name Hungarian intellectuals I guess. This lady took the liberty and translated "The Olive Trees by Van Gogh" into Hungarian and everyone was oohing and ahhing and oh my, I had no idea Vin could write so well in English... blah blah blah.. You can imagine a few hundred at a gallery show opening night, nibbling biscotti and sipping either espresso or champagne, I'm sure.

Imagine this Hungarian artist's chagrine when it came time to get permissions for publishing the work from the gallery into a brilliant coffee table extravaganza. Now, the only name attached to the scribble is this alias right here and well... what should I do? She's obviously sold prints with my mis-attributed poems to people traipsing through the gallery. Her work is quality and quite lovely...

But, I have a feeling she's got the presses on hold while she solicits my release... Would you simply grant her permission to use your work in association with her painting, or would you, perhaps unfairly, insist that she at least send you a numbered print of the art before signing off on your poem?

I don't know. She's been kind of abrupt and doesn't seem happy with my "no, you may not use my poem" as an answer... methinks she's already made money on it...

 

[bflagsst]

So, I wrote an ekphrastic on Van Gogh's The Olive Trees and well, it's not a bad poem. I quite like it... A Hungarian artist found it during a google I suppose, attributed it wrongly to the artist... Yes, she thought Senor Vinnie had written a little poemie about his painting and wow! What a great discovery...

Turns out she had a little gallery show going on with her paintings and poems for each. All were painted by her on silk and most were accompanied by her own poems. A few others were written by some big name Hungarian intellectuals I guess. This lady took the liberty and translated "The Olive Trees by Van Gogh" into Hungarian and everyone was oohing and ahhing and oh my, I had no idea Vin could write so well in English... blah blah blah.. You can imagine a few hundred at a gallery show opening night, nibbling biscotti and sipping either espresso or champagne, I'm sure.

Imagine this Hungarian artist's chagrine when it came time to get permissions for publishing the work from the gallery into a brilliant coffee table extravaganza. Now, the only name attached to the scribble is this alias right here and well... what should I do? She's obviously sold prints with my mis-attributed poems to people traipsing through the gallery. Her work is quality and quite lovely...

But, I have a feeling she's got the presses on hold while she solicits my release... Would you simply grant her permission to use your work in association with her painting, or would you, perhaps unfairly, insist that she at least send you a numbered print of the art before signing off on your poem?

I don't know. She's been kind of abrupt and doesn't seem happy with my "no, you may not use my poem" as an answer... methinks she's already made money on it...

Why would Van Gogh write a poem about his painting in English? Poems and paintings is something I've just recently been involved in. I'm not sure that it makes sense when it's not your own work. I'm having trouble getting on the same page as these painters, and I don't think they know how to adapt language. There is this British artist Sam Winston who knows how to use words artistically. But he's colorless.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

So, I wrote an ekphrastic on Van Gogh's The Olive Trees and well, it's not a bad poem. I quite like it... A Hungarian artist found it during a google I suppose, attributed it wrongly to the artist... Yes, she thought Senor Vinnie had written a little poemie about his painting and wow! What a great discovery...

Turns out she had a little gallery show going on with her paintings and poems for each. All were painted by her on silk and most were accompanied by her own poems. A few others were written by some big name Hungarian intellectuals I guess. This lady took the liberty and translated "The Olive Trees by Van Gogh" into Hungarian and everyone was oohing and ahhing and oh my, I had no idea Vin could write so well in English... blah blah blah.. You can imagine a few hundred at a gallery show opening night, nibbling biscotti and sipping either espresso or champagne, I'm sure.

Imagine this Hungarian artist's chagrine when it came time to get permissions for publishing the work from the gallery into a brilliant coffee table extravaganza. Now, the only name attached to the scribble is this alias right here and well... what should I do? She's obviously sold prints with my mis-attributed poems to people traipsing through the gallery. Her work is quality and quite lovely...

But, I have a feeling she's got the presses on hold while she solicits my release... Would you simply grant her permission to use your work in association with her painting, or would you, perhaps unfairly, insist that she at least send you a numbered print of the art before signing off on your poem?

I don't know. She's been kind of abrupt and doesn't seem happy with my "no, you may not use my poem" as an answer... methinks she's already made money on it...

Nothing unfair about it at all it's your work the least you should ask for is recognition as such and either payment or as you say a piece of the art. Anyway if it goes out without being attributed to you it's misrepresentation which I don't think is legal and you don't want to be mixed up with that if the shit ever hits the fan

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

Why would Van Gogh write a poem about his painting in English? Poems and paintings is something I've just recently been involved in. I'm not sure that it makes sense when it's not your own work. I'm having trouble getting on the same page as these painters, and I don't think they know how to adapt language. There is this British artist Sam Winston who knows how to use words artistically. But he's colorless.

I often paint poems or write paintings.

 

[Homburg]

I don't know. She's been kind of abrupt and doesn't seem happy with my "no, you may not use my poem" as an answer... methinks she's already made money on it...

The abruptness may be language barrier. That said, it is an amusing story, thank you for sharing it.

And I would tell her to send a print. She was the one what used your work without permission, and that is lawsuit territory. Bad press too.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Do you have a link to a website to see this art?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Behold another farewell speech filled with venom and goodbye cruel worlds ........ how many is that we've seen now? I've lost count

 

[butters]

i don't know the back story, and frankly lack my normal level of patience right now so can't be too interested in big drama posts, even if they are merited -which i have no idea about either.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

i don't know the back story, and frankly lack my normal level of patience right now so can't be too interested in big drama posts, even if they are merited -which i have no idea about either.

You ain't seen nuthin yet that's mild considering what has spewed out before, I sat up with her all one night but am now relegated to the dross if you stick around long enough you'll probably see it all again ...... and again ....and .....

 

[bflagsst]

I was hoping we could pass over it without mentioning it.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I was hoping we could pass over it without mentioning it.

Why? too long she's been getting away with it because it was 'passed over'

 

[champagne1982]

If life were naught but goodness and light
we'd be fucking bored.

 

[champagne1982]

Why? too long she's been getting away with it because it was 'passed over'

I find it ironic that I've been dissed because I refused to be caught up in her drama. You now understand, Annie dear, what my life's been like for the past 3 years or more and how I couldn't face another blunt trauma to my psyche when the person in question was undergoing her crises.

Why is it that I take such deep offense to being named a cunt? I guess it's because I've never felt that I've behaved in such a manner that someone's reverse misogyny should even trip over the boundaries of my personal standards. There should be nothing wrong with being named a cunt, I figure mine is pretty damned amazing and worthy of attention. Although, anyone who tries to use it in the fashion of the goodbye girl's style deserves to be held as contemptible as if they've stood in front of the Lincoln Memorial and shouted racial slurs for the world to consider as poetry.

So, farewell to the likes of that and may there be a home in the 8th Circle... reserved for hypocrites and apostates... there may be a welcome there.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I find it ironic that I've been dissed because I refused to be caught up in her drama. You now understand, Annie dear, what my life's been like for the past 3 years or more and how I couldn't face another blunt trauma to my psyche when the person in question was undergoing her crises.

Why is it that I take such deep offense to being named a cunt? I guess it's because I've never felt that I've behaved in such a manner that someone's reverse misogyny should even trip over the boundaries of my personal standards. There should be nothing wrong with being named a cunt, I figure mine is pretty damned amazing and worthy of attention. Although, anyone who tries to use it in the fashion of the goodbye girl's style deserves to be held as contemptible as if they've stood in front of the Lincoln Memorial and shouted racial slurs for the world to consider as poetry.

So, farewell to the likes of that and may there be a home in the 8th Circle... reserved for hypocrites and apostates... there may be a welcome there.

I sat up with her all nght once Champ the first time I saw it happen PMing back and forth just talking talking now I am being added to the dross because I dared to make just one comment saying that she hadn't read something in here correctly and she was wrong. I didn't know that it would bring down so much sheer spite on my head, not that it would have stopped me standing up for what I thought was right. I'm afraid I do go in all guns blazing when a friend is attacked for no good reason ..... I will fight your corner any day you're one of the reasons I've stayed around so long

 

[champagne1982]

I sat up with her all nght once Champ the first time I saw it happen PMing back and forth just talking talking now I am being added to the dross because I dared to make just one comment saying that she hadn't read something in here correctly and she was wrong. I didn't know that it would bring down so much sheer spite on my head, not that it would have stopped me standing up for what I thought was right. I'm afraid I do go in all guns blazing when a friend is attacked for no good reason ..... I will fight your corner any day you're one of the reasons I've stayed around so long

Oooo, we can throw towels and stools <<< hehehehe... chimpanzees (sorry, hahahaha)>>> into the ring too.

Let's keep to the high ground friends, there's nothing but muck down lower.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

um.

me too.

My mom was bad crazy. Chemically bi-polar, big problems, very bad crazy. I grew up around a dynamic that featured a lot of loss of control, major psychotic breaks, the real deal.

But eventually I noticed that when she had a tantrum and started throwing dishes at us, she never threw the good dishes. She could, even in her worst rage, manage to select the replaceable dishes. She never threw anything that was truly important to her.

control is control. Either you have it or you don't. Either you break whatever dish happens to be in your path, or you have enough control that you can choose not to break dishes at all, and you're simply refusing to exert that control.

nuff said, truly. Who wants biscotti?

It pisses me off when I hear or see people with bipolar disorder acting crazy. Yes, I've had my bipolar moments, especially when I was having psychotic episodes. But, damn, even I have enough sense to limit my contact with people and not burn my bridges when I am having my rollercoaster moments. It pisses me off because it perpetuates the stigma of mental illness.

I've really struggled the last few years with the addition of PTSD. I've worked hard at it with the necessary hospitalizations, meds, and therapy. I've leaned on my coping skills of art and poetry. There's no reason others can't do the same thing instead of hurting innocent people or using it as an excuse for bad behavior. I had a friend years ago who was also bipolar. She used to go on shopping sprees and then blame the bipolar when she didn't have money to pay her bills. I know what the bipolar urges are like.. it doesn't mean you have to give in to them. It just means you have to work harder at it and take any necessary precautions to prevent the problematic behavior. Yeah, it sucks and it's hard as hell sometimes, but that's what we have to learn to deal with in a healthy way.

I wish I could be within hearing range of people with bipolar disorder when they are acting badly so I could tell them to knock it the fuck off and go to the hospital. You're giving us all a bad reputation. Actually, I'd like to hand them a paintbrush, paints, and a canvas and suggest they paint through the madness.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

How on earth you cope with all you've been through and are still going through is beyond me and I take my hat off to you