For Rybka

[twelveoone]

yes, i'm from London. from out near Hainault (one of Henry's favourite hunting grounds). Dagenham isn't as pretty. *sigh* i'm left wondering where your comment stems from... had run-ins with other londonites more strait-jacketed by form over art? blame my love of reading and my lack of advanced education in literature

glad something i said was useful, and loving the changes - and the fact you kept arose. i heard that too...

eternities - is that an extra period or a shortened ellipsis?

in reverse, I reply
God, you are good.
very useful...I'm in love

and I figured with Eliot's prattle about the ghost of iambic pentameter, Auden's essay, no Englishman would touch a 12 syllable line. It's hard enough for an American - it's very rarely seen, very unnatural. I think I've seen it twice since an early experiment by Edna St. Vincent Millay and George Dillon in translating Flowers of Evil.

I've found it lends itself quite well to my form of madness

Heading into Horsham, though no houris are there.
A moments diversion - veiled moon through mottled clouds,

 

[butters]

in reverse, I reply
God, you are good.
very useful...I'm in love

and I figured with Eliot's prattle about the ghost of iambic pentameter, Auden's essay, no Englishman would touch a 12 syllable line. It's hard enough for an American - it's very rarely seen, very unnatural. I think I've seen it twice since an early experiment by Edna St. Vincent Millay and George Dillon in translating Flowers of Evil.

I've found it lends itself quite well to my form of madness

Heading into Horsham, though no houris are there.
A moments diversion - veiled moon through mottled clouds,

bookended, eh? hmmmmn.
i'm good, but i'm not cut from the cloth of deity
i have my uses. i love roses that bear perfume. none of those scentless types seem worthy of the name rose.

then they'd be fools - they need to listen to what the poem tells them is required to make its voice heard

ah, but what is madness but other-looking?

i wrote and lost a poem once, about a moon hanging in its corona of ice-crystaled clouds... your phrase reminded me of it, though i am sad to say the poem escapes me. maybe i will recall it, in some voluptuous moment, a clarity seen anew with lovely eyes and age's wisdom *grinning*

 

[Epmd607]

in reverse, I reply
God, you are good.
very useful...I'm in love

and I figured with Eliot's prattle about the ghost of iambic pentameter, Auden's essay, no Englishman would touch a 12 syllable line. It's hard enough for an American - it's very rarely seen, very unnatural. I think I've seen it twice since an early experiment by Edna St. Vincent Millay and George Dillon in translating Flowers of Evil.

I've found it lends itself quite well to my form of madness

Heading into Horsham, though no houris are there.
A moments diversion - veiled moon through mottled clouds,

Horsham, Pennsylvania?

 

[twelveoone]

Horsham, Pennsylvania?

yes, could you smell the horseshit and honeysuckle in the air?
that was a while ago, my guess, no more horses there

 

[ishtat]

Horsham, Pennsylvania?

Maybe Horsham West Sussex UK, a town which is almost a caricature of middle class England. It's also the place where the last man to be executed for homosexuality in the UK was hanged in about 1830 or so.

 

[twelveoone]

Maybe Horsham West Sussex UK, a town which is almost a caricature of middle class England. It's also the place where the last man to be executed for homosexuality in the UK was hanged in about 1830 or so.

yes, I know, but that was Horsham PA. it was a poem inspired by Baudelaire (and Camus) who had three muses (women) mine was dropping two and chasing annaswirls. It was an another example pf the 12 syllable line It was at MQ once.

Nothing to say about "The Blue Hour"ishtat? You being one of the commenters I do care about. A bit long and boring?

 

[Epmd607]

yes, I know, but that was Horsham PA. it was a poem inspired by Baudelaire (and Camus) who had three muses (women) mine was dropping two and chasing annaswirls. It was an another example pf the 12 syllable line It was at MQ once.

Nothing to say about "The Blue Hour"ishtat? You being one of the commenters I do care about. A bit long and boring?

I enjoy Horsham, King Of Prussia, AnnaSwirls and the last stanza of "Blue Hour" etc.

 

[twelveoone]

I enjoy Horsham, King Of Prussia, AnnaSwirls and the last stanza of "Blue Hour" etc.

Horsham, good! I had this image of this quaint, staid town, Edwardian houses, tree lined dark streets, and right at the end of town a big red sign of a fast food place I think it was "Wendys" and my brother doing a riotous riff about it being the red light district. Ouu, das is good!
I've often wondered if that was Horsham, we were coming from the north (Sumneytown Pike? I remember the faint scent of horseshit) to hit the turnpike, does that sound about right?
if not, poetic license I plead.

 

[Epmd607]

Horsham, good! I had this image of this quaint, staid town, Edwardian houses, tree lined dark streets, and right at the end of town a big red sign of a fast food place I think it was "Wendys" and my brother doing a riotous riff about it being the red light district. Ouu, das is good!
I've often wondered if that was Horsham, we were coming from the north (Sumneytown Pike? I remember the faint scent of horseshit) to hit the turnpike, does that sound about right?
if not, poetic license I plead.

Horsham is basically an outer satellite of Philadelphia, pure upper echelon white suburbia. Country clubs, some leftover manufacturing, a naval air base. It's quaint enough with a Wendy's and shopping center. It seems more likely you'd smell the results of an industrial sized bakery than horseshit. However, North or Northwest 20 to 30 miles is pure horseshit country, so you're probably on point, license in tow.

I appreciate the row houses of Central PA, the manure, fields, dairy. Centralia, Jim Thorpe, Wilkes-Barre...those sorts of leftovers from 1930. Going from Northern PA to Southern NY is a bigger change than US to Canada to me.

 

[twelveoone]

Horsham is basically an outer satellite of Philadelphia, pure upper echelon white suburbia. Country clubs, some leftover manufacturing, a naval air base. It's quaint enough with a Wendy's and shopping center. It seems more likely you'd smell the results of an industrial sized bakery than horseshit. However, North or Northwest 20 to 30 miles is pure horseshit country, so you're probably on point, license in tow.

I appreciate the row houses of Central PA, the manure, fields, dairy. Centralia, Jim Thorpe, Wilkes-Barre...those sorts of leftovers from 1930. Going from Northern PA to Southern NY is a bigger change than US to Canada to me.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=368091

Here's a postcard

a little game where I play hide the metaphor

 

[Epmd607]

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=368091

Here's a postcard

a little game where I play hide the metaphor

Ashy ol' Centralia, Pennsylvania, couple miles outside of Ash-Land. I went there for my birthday once long time ago, had been there before in the middle of the night. Very eerie in the dark, very eerie in the light. History Channel had a whole segment from their 'Life After People' in Centralia. I've tried to get my wife to go with me, but she doesn't like the three-plus hour drive. There's still something I haven't seen in Centralia that I've read about. I'm sure I'll take my daughter there when she understands the metaphors.

Pennsylvania is definitely more mystical than Upstate New York. Joseph Smith's founding of Mormonism is like a carnival up in Palmyra, NY, while his visions and time spent in PA is kept under wraps. The Amish are as quaint in both places. Those cutesy plain-people and their horse powered carriages...

 

[ishtat]

Nothing to say about "The Blue Hour"ishtat? You being one of the commenters I do care about. A bit long and boring?

Nothing to say at all I'm afraid. "The Blue Hour" to me as a young Englishman was only the time in the afternoon when the pubs used to close... usually between 3pm and 6.30pm.

 

[butters]

Horsham is basically an outer satellite of Philadelphia, pure upper echelon white suburbia. Country clubs, some leftover manufacturing, a naval air base. It's quaint enough with a Wendy's and shopping center. It seems more likely you'd smell the results of an industrial sized bakery than horseshit. However, North or Northwest 20 to 30 miles is pure horseshit country, so you're probably on point, license in tow.

I appreciate the row houses of Central PA, the manure, fields, dairy. Centralia, Jim Thorpe, Wilkes-Barre...those sorts of leftovers from 1930. Going from Northern PA to Southern NY is a bigger change than US to Canada to me.

there's more than one source of the smell of horseshit, and places like these might be supposed to produce it...

 

[twelveoone]

there's more than one source of the smell of horseshit, and places like these might be supposed to produce it...

that's Chemlawn, which I think is cowshit mixed with petroleum products

 

[butters]

that's Chemlawn, which I think is cowshit mixed with petroleum products

and sometimes shit i write