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wildsweetone said:
*smile* we've been lucky with winter so far... many beautiful blue sky, cool days here in Auckland. a fair amount of rain too, with flooding in various parts of the country. longest night long past. downhill slope to spring now. ;)
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We were among the lucky few here in the Houston area who got some rain a couple of days ago. They've been comparing the past June with 1980, which was the year of Hurrican Allen - one of the more powerful Atlantic storms in history. Luckily it stalled off South Texas before crashing ashore in a lightly inhabited area. Does this indicate anything for 2009 ?
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Where the helllllllllllll have you beeeeeeeen welcome home we have missed you so much! Questions have been asked in parliament as to where you were!
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lol sorry been working long long days whilst i still have a job. very busy time. the writing urge is driving me nuts. can't wait to be made redundant so i can pick up pen and lean it on some paper for a change. ;)

hope all is well in your world 'rose'
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
*poke*
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yeah yeah yeah
clackety clack clack
have adjusted the cranial gears, set the controls to 'write something' and they sent out inner messages that they need sensate input. So I've been outside more: standing, looking, listening... stuff like that.

Hey WSO,
lovely to have you here as always; your appearance and presence always gives goodness.
 
We ordered Dean Martin DVDs.
Got to watch one that features Bob Newhart and another sketch where Dean gets all snuggly with Goldie Hawn. Great stuff.
Then the DVD player died.
Got a persisting hunger now for that old stuff. Found a forum where they waxed nostalgic for some of the old sixties shows... somebody mentioned Rocky & Bullwinkle. Oh yeah. Man I'd sell some of my soul for some of that inspiration about now.
 
I think it's a loss of appreciation for the undercurrent. Everything's out in the open now. No suggestion. If the Dean Martin/Goldie Hawn pairing would happen now... well, he wouldn't be that close to her unless they were in a male enhancement ad. I mean, there was no need to say anything. You knew. You got your arm around sweet giggly Goldie, of course things are getting warm. It's the unsaid, the hidden, the undercurrent. You wouldn't need no fucking Extenz or whatever the fuck it's called.

So Sheila, that's what I want to do: study and practice and become proficient at multiple levels: the obvious and open yet the real heat under the covers. I'd like to polish off just one good short story and one good poem that does that. At this time it is impossible. Must study, must go under the covers... will do it. When? Can't say. By late November. Yeah, a window. I am at once feeling the two opposites of up and down, up because of possibilities, down because of current realities. Hope and despair.

Yeah them guys were pros. Shit.
 
The train was quite crowded, and a U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle.

The war-weary Marine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?"

The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular "Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat."

The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog.

"Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired."

She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!"

This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down.

The woman shrieked, "Someone must defend my honor! This American should be put in his place!"

An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window."
 
You're a good joke-teller.

----
It is clearer and just right for bedtime.

Back to basics.
Always the answer.
Can't go wrong. Basics. Conflict.
Opposites. Simplicity.
New word community layout and construction, beginning tomorrow.

That crazy boomerang.
 
Does anyone know if this is Haiku, Senryu or Zappai?

Hot sunshine
car roof down
burns bald head.
 
champagne1982 said:
Here ya go.

Flower Show
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:):rose: : very sweet of you. Thank you.

:(:mad: : this ancient machinery is fine except for videos and stuff. But I can hear, "hey Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!" clear as a bell. Got the Odd Couple theme in my head too. Man that was a great show too.
 
Think I'll give up giving helpful comments on poems am getting anon emails now. When I first came here and rhymed everything I got given helpful comments (i.e stop doing it cos it's old hat!) and I didn't take offence!
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Think I'll give up giving helpful comments on poems am getting anon emails now. When I first came here and rhymed everything I got given helpful comments (i.e stop doing it cos it's old hat!) and I didn't take offence!
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There's supposed to be a way to turn off anon email, but I haven't found it.
I've gotten a couple of emails from folks on lit, one anon, another with the sender's email attached. Both were OK, but one might want to respond.
I hope you'll continue commenting on those you trust (unless you're not sure and there's no one safe for sure).
 
EroticOrogeny said:
There's supposed to be a way to turn off anon email, but I haven't found it.
I've gotten a couple of emails from folks on lit, one anon, another with the sender's email attached. Both were OK, but one might want to respond.
I hope you'll continue commenting on those you trust (unless you're not sure and there's no one safe for sure).
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I've turned it off over and over again but still they get through somehow the system won't accept my instructions
 
champie dear, there's something I feel I ought to share with you. Heck, no ought about it. Need. That's what it is, deep need. I saw you had a new piece. I had to look twice. Couldn't believe what I saw. It had to do with the title you gave your piece. Something about dust. Dust and motes.

Here's the thing: I had been exerting some serious mental pressures to make a new piece, and actually stuck in the submit box, nicely snug between two others. Since I stuck it in that submission box at a rather early afternoon hour I figured by this morning I would find that it had broken through that veil and appeared as a posted piece. And I'll be honest with you: many times it has been the case that I'll insert a new piece in the submission box and then get an idea, another look at it, realize I jumped the gun, pull it out, touch it up a little, stick it back... in the most recent case I got occupied with other activities and with a mind mostly content, left it where it was, where it appeared quite cozy.

So then I see this morning that it had not yet penetrated all the way. Sometimes it does go so... but I saw yours. Saw it included the word 'dust'. Thing is, so did mine. Yours was dust and motes, and mine had something about shelves. In a thoughtless haste I quickly pulled out the piece. It could certainly stand a brush-over edit at the least, but I'm not sure about the title. That woulda been weird if both our poems appeared, one on top of the other, and the word 'dust' situated at the head of both. Yeah, weird indeed. Liked yours by the way. As always.

Just had to express that.
 
hmmnmm said:
champie dear, there's something I feel I ought to share with you. Heck, no ought about it. Need. That's what it is, deep need. I saw you had a new piece. I had to look twice. Couldn't believe what I saw. It had to do with the title you gave your piece. Something about dust. Dust and motes.

Here's the thing: I had been exerting some serious mental pressures to make a new piece, and actually stuck in the submit box, nicely snug between two others. Since I stuck it in that submission box at a rather early afternoon hour I figured by this morning I would find that it had broken through that veil and appeared as a posted piece. And I'll be honest with you: many times it has been the case that I'll insert a new piece in the submission box and then get an idea, another look at it, realize I jumped the gun, pull it out, touch it up a little, stick it back... in the most recent case I got occupied with other activities and with a mind mostly content, left it where it was, where it appeared quite cozy.

So then I see this morning that it had not yet penetrated all the way. Sometimes it does go so... but I saw yours. Saw it included the word 'dust'. Thing is, so did mine. Yours was dust and motes, and mine had something about shelves. In a thoughtless haste I quickly pulled out the piece. It could certainly stand a brush-over edit at the least, but I'm not sure about the title. That woulda been weird if both our poems appeared, one on top of the other, and the word 'dust' situated at the head of both. Yeah, weird indeed. Liked yours by the way. As always.

Just had to express that.
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I'm sure you'll dust it off and finish submitting
 
I find that if even a concern the size of a dust speck is in the room/head, the concern being how someone else will perceive or receive any given written thing, motivation is immediately made impure. It is the dark side of such ease in posting the written things. Yet it's a bitch to get those specks out, because some of them are so tiny, only visible in the right fleeting light. Some of us took delightfully to the internet but it isn't ultimately very good for us. Concentration too easily diluted with poisons pleasant on the tongue. Too many other and outer influences get their grubby paws on that precious feeling, and total confusion ensues, and then helpless and despondent inertia sets in. Utterly deplorable way to live.
 
I submitted my chastity belt poem even tho someone else had just had one posted blowed if the work I had already put into it was going to waste!
 
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