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The holiday blue period is winding down. It's relative I suppose. It is. Saw the gruesome headline about the santa in california who committed a mass murder. That's quite beyond blue. But yuck. None of that now. World's gone crazy... and peace appears distant.

Gettin on nigh time to hit the hay and as usual I check the New Poems just in case because sometimes they appear late in the night to be all ready for my eye in the morning. And there are three. Already. Already looked 'em over. Not bad. But more may show up tomorrow so I'll let these puppies sleep in their lofts for now.

Something happened yesterday... maybe tell it later. That too.

Well everybody sleep well and if you have to stay overnight after the review I have plenty of blankets. I vote to promote world coziness. Shouldn't be so hard. Shouldn't be.
 
Hey.
It's that time of year. Time to get all weepy and blubbery and burying hatchets and embarking on endeavors to bring peace.

This also marks this Threadcaster's four year term as a Literotica member. Had this on my mind for a few days and this feels like the time. If it is unnecessary, all well and good, but I'm gonna do it just in case.

During these four years one of the recurrent themes that I have encountered is that some people don't understand what I'm saying. This holds true in the stories I've submitted (can't figure out what's going on... confusing), some of my poetry, and even with some of my humble thread postings. This is not intentional. It is not an attempt to be cute or deep or anything. It's a recurrent theme in Real Life. I tend to go off on tangents. Quickly forget the original thing I might be trying to tell someone. The best words do not come quickly to me. I think of a word but think it isn't the One, try to find a better one, but that's not it either, meanwhile the listener grows impatient. Just spit it out, is what they sometimes come right out and say.

And so: for the lighter side of this year-end message, if, during these last four years I have written/said anything that caused undue confusion to anyone, if you will bring it here to me, I will try to explain.

On a more serious but related side, when people say they have a hard time understanding you, there is a definite risk that you will say something that will be taken in a way that was not intended. This happens in Real Life too. Maybe say something that is meant in jest but it is taken as the opposite.

And so: if during these last four years I have written/said anything that upset or offended or pissed somebody off I probably didn't mean to. But it's very possible that it has happened, so I am inviting anyone to bring it here so if possible I may offer public apology.

Well... guess that's what I wanted to say.
 
hum....

I would simply say..to say you are sorry is to regret a thought...I say
you are the pilot of you own ship....sail on..brother...live free..happy new year...blue
hmmnmm said:
Hey.
It's that time of year. Time to get all weepy and blubbery and burying hatchets and embarking on endeavors to bring peace.

This also marks this Threadcaster's four year term as a Literotica member. Had this on my mind for a few days and this feels like the time. If it is unnecessary, all well and good, but I'm gonna do it just in case.

During these four years one of the recurrent themes that I have encountered is that some people don't understand what I'm saying. This holds true in the stories I've submitted (can't figure out what's going on... confusing), some of my poetry, and even with some of my humble thread postings. This is not intentional. It is not an attempt to be cute or deep or anything. It's a recurrent theme in Real Life. I tend to go off on tangents. Quickly forget the original thing I might be trying to tell someone. The best words do not come quickly to me. I think of a word but think it isn't the One, try to find a better one, but that's not it either, meanwhile the listener grows impatient. Just spit it out, is what they sometimes come right out and say.

And so: for the lighter side of this year-end message, if, during these last four years I have written/said anything that caused undue confusion to anyone, if you will bring it here to me, I will try to explain.

On a more serious but related side, when people say they have a hard time understanding you, there is a definite risk that you will say something that will be taken in a way that was not intended. This happens in Real Life too. Maybe say something that is meant in jest but it is taken as the opposite.

And so: if during these last four years I have written/said anything that upset or offended or pissed somebody off I probably didn't mean to. But it's very possible that it has happened, so I am inviting anyone to bring it here so if possible I may offer public apology.

Well... guess that's what I wanted to say.
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well blue, this was part of the new year resolution plan: to cut down on attempts at explanation, second-guessing, clamp down on the doubts... although doubt does offer that many more veins to explore, as do second guesses... I doubt the resolution will last long. Might as well try to quit cigarettes. And plenty other things. [insert quiet chuckle]
 
hum....

hmmnmm said:
well blue, this was part of the new year resolution plan: to cut down on attempts at explanation, second-guessing, clamp down on the doubts... although doubt does offer that many more veins to explore, as do second guesses... I doubt the resolution will last long. Might as well try to quit cigarettes. And plenty other things. [insert quiet chuckle]
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mostly...I believe...The I has no explanation....I am ...hum...my choices ...I own them
in my novel of illusion..be it the entity of crystal anything...I give it permission...
so own your choice ...and embrace your life....know that the laws of the
universe will call you...to balance....balance being the focus point...:rose:
 
but choices can become reflexes that develop into cyclic ruts? Are they still choices?

they are but they don't wear the choicest sweater.
 
This would relate to something I was thinking the other day, something I wanted to try and did try and it came out kind of interesting. About going forward more than backward. Like, take more time and thought before putting down words, and once they're there then leave them. Don't go back. That's the way that one came out when it came. But I forgot it pretty quick - til just now... which also relates (just thought of this!) with something I saw the other day and have been meaning to get down here.

Was coming back from downtown. Crossed the bridge. Sheets and chunks of ice going down the river - riding the river, the current. The chunks of ice were of all shapes and sizes. Didn't look like they had any organization. One would catch up to another, crash it, break it, or make it fall back, but everything still continued down the river - not so slow either. Unrelenting. Thing is, though it appeared to be chaos (recognizing the rhythm of the river current and the boundaries of the banks), the designs observing absolutely no noticeable order, I was completely mesmerized. Only the cold air on my face and hands reminded me of the warmth here in this house. But it was a real effort to tear my attentions away from those ice sheets and chunks. And it's stayed with me since.
 
on the other hand, getting all wired up about fixating on one direction, like forward, can turn into a rule or law which takes away the option to go backwards just because it might feel good. And we all know rules and laws only invite rebellion. And around it all goes.
 
So rules and guidelines of all types serve a valuable purpose after all. :)
 
that was

an interesting image written as if one became the river...reminds me of an
old Doc Watson tune...
s years are passing by
Silence becomes your friend
You see the world in a different way
Don't be afraid of getting old
Life's still full of joy
And the beauty of the past is rejoicing your mind
When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your life slows down and down
Like a river is getting wide
The worlds have lost their voice
You remember your morning flowing to the endless sea
When days are getting short
And winter comes along
Your life slows down and down
Like a river is getting wide
The worlds have lost their voice
You remember your morning flowing to the endless sea
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without end
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without end
Life's like a river in the mountain
Life's like a sea without

someone told me once ..***** was like a river..its currents strong and weak...
it bends and changes coarse and if one is only running with the river
one must run as fast or slow as the river...if one should become the river
the all life flows through and you are the river....enjoyed the painting...sigh...blue:rose:
 
My poems are like those damned wild turkeys
That prowl the woods, in total shade of evergreen cover
Coming out randomly in 4 and 5's, acting skidish but rather dumb at the same time.


Now if you go into their wood and try to spy one,
before you know it, he'll helicopter straight up
be gone quicker than a phone number and you down on your belly.

Prone is the purest form of layin low,
Its like a periscope down there,
As fat turkeys play percussion.
 
ah...
doc watson and wild turkeys.
feel an acoustic episode
very possibly nigh
 
heard the name... went through a strict acoustic-only phase back in the mid-80's. I suspect you really have to be where it's happening live and in the air to really appreciate it or feel or taste it. And if you are there, there's nothing much better. If you're not there like this place is not there (beautiful as it is) it's hard to grab hold. But yeah, used to love that stuff. Everything from stanleys to grisman newgrassy jazzy... appreciate the reminder.

Gotta go do something...
 
except this just came: got me remembering... in the air force, stationed at Pope in North Carolina (me and the military were not a happy couple but I got to go to some neat places). Went to a festival... 1984. Larry Sparks, Doyle Lawson, Raymond Fairchild... I can still call up the rashes of goosebumps... those a cappella gospel songs from Lawson/Quicksilver... Fairchild standing stock still like he was lost in a trance and popping notes out of his banjo like showers of flowers. Good memories.

Okay no more. Must go. Do.
 
ee,
I'd like to take one of them turkeys for scenic descriptive use, but maybe change it to a grouse or pheasant. If you don't mind.
 
hmmnmm said:
heard the name... went through a strict acoustic-only phase back in the mid-80's. I suspect you really have to be where it's happening live and in the air to really appreciate it or feel or taste it. And if you are there, there's nothing much better. If you're not there like this place is not there (beautiful as it is) it's hard to grab hold. But yeah, used to love that stuff. Everything from stanleys to grisman newgrassy jazzy... appreciate the reminder.

Gotta go do something...
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I witnesses and enjoyed the Dawgisms of Grisman/Garcia in beer sopped college dives on Telegraph Ave. It was a good diversion from all the great stuff coming out by the Sons if Champlin, locally speaking, and the fertile period 78-81. The dead played some smokin shows booted in Fillmore and Warfield theatres before they slowed down and burned away during that time.

I digress. Today my music of choice is Americana & I could name bands ad nauseum, but Lucinda Williams and Steve Earle definitely belong to the club.
Son Volt, Uncle Tupelo, The Haynes Boys, to name a few of my faves.

Im a sucker for a music thread. :cool:
 
hmmnmm said:
ee,
I'd like to take one of them turkeys for scenic descriptive use, but maybe change it to a grouse or pheasant. If you don't mind.
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Hell yes, knock yourself and make im a Partridge. They hang with turkeys.;)
 
eagleyez said:
I witnesses and enjoyed the Dawgisms of Grisman/Garcia in beer sopped college dives on Telegraph Ave. It was a good diversion from all the great stuff coming out by the Sons if Champlin, locally speaking, and the fertile period 78-81. The dead played some smokin shows booted in Fillmore and Warfield theatres before they slowed down and burned away during that time.

I digress. Today my music of choice is Americana & I could name bands ad nauseum, but Lucinda Williams and Steve Earle definitely belong to the club.
Son Volt, Uncle Tupelo, The Haynes Boys, to name a few of my faves.

Im a sucker for a music thread. :cool:
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some of those names sound familiar. I used hang out down in Dallas, and some of them might've come through but I didn't see.

I've gone back into a electric mood lately: stones-zztop (pre-synth)-ac/dc (bon scott era).

Now that I recall I think the acoustic attraction in the eighties was because there wasn't much else that appealed. Never cared for synths and seemed like they cranked up the highs too much for my tastes. I'm a sucker for feel and tone over brash and flash. death before spandex...
 
oh and those godawful pointy guitars and those fucking heroic stances and those faces
 
and the whole

hmmnmm said:
oh and those godawful pointy guitars and those fucking heroic stances and those faces
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2000 to 2009 era of focus on the selling sex and video instead of the content
and sound of amazing music...aaahhh after all sex sells...I find James Blunt a
talent as such ...any more newbies out there can you think of with substance
:D
 
See, I got left so far behind so long ago I got no idea who you're talking about. I'm sure there's some good stuff out there I'm missing out on. If one would be in an urban scene, certainly some local talents that will never gain fame are always out there. That's one drawback to not being in such a place... one of the few. Someday.
 
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