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[vampiredust]

I've been having fun on Wikipedia. The random article feature is quite fun. You can see my results in the passion thread.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Ross!


Good to see you happy love.


yawn...is it winter yet?

There's snow waiting for you, somewhere.

I am also not a summer creature.

~R

 

[RhymeFairy]

My children .... * rollseyes* ~n~ * grins*

.

My lil one thinks he is Spiderman. I know a few of you know this already.
BUT what you do not know is ....

..

My lil one had gotten a spiderman web shooter back in July. I am not a mean mom but I told him he had to save it till we got out to the park one day. After all who wants sticky web string all over their house, get my drift?

Anywho ... I had forgotten it was in the hall closet, been a busy summer and all. I do have to apologize for that. BUT he found it tonight, unbeknownst to me. I thought I had hidden it good too.

I had them all laid down asleep, or so I thought.

Then middle son comes running up behind me.
"Mom ... do you know what this is? "

I really had no clue. Blue string? Then I touched it and felt how sticky it was.
I knew instantly and just about fell out.

"I didn't do it. Brother did !"

... I walked into the living room. Plastered.
The boys room ... Covered.
The bathroom. OOZED ...

Just shoot me now will ya ....


~~~


Just so ya'll know the rest of the story. Both boys cleaned up the entire mess and I promised to take them to the park on my "very next" available day off. A promise I shall be ALL to happy to keep, lol ~

 

[Maria2394]

hey Lit

work is geting steadily more interesting. they trust me more now that they see I can use a grinder and a portaband.

yesterday I set a huge valve, all by myself. It took me about 3 hours though. It had to be level and sometimes thats hard to do. a small jack stand beneath the valve, and the valve weighed about 150 lbs; I had to loosen up all the bolts and wiggle the darned thing to get the bubble in the level just right, lol.

well, anyway....its not as hot as it was when we started and we have about 7 weeks left out there...

my lil girl at college has finally adjusted to her new life. her first roommate was a drunken slut who kept cases of beer in the room, jeopordizing both thier student status, and my girl woke up several times to find a strange guy in the room...someone tried to kidnap her wwhen she was 10 and she still doesnt care to have strangers in the room as she sleeps. i dont blame her

I know I must sound like an awful bitch...but I am so glad she got a new dorm, its the new one and visitors have to leave their driver's license just to go in and visit for a few minutes. she feels safer now


I miss you all, miss the way you inspire me. thanks for reading my new poem, I had forgotten about it



maria

 

[annaswirls]

wow! that is so cool I got to visit you in your dream! I am an awful bowler though and most likely my name was being called because I left my lights on.
I think you need to writea poem about all of the weiners being veggie. Definately have that one analyzed!

I had a dream last night that all the forum people were getting together for a barbecue and to go bowling. Why bowling I'll never know. It was very odd. And some of the people I was nervous about meeting I never even talked to because it was a big bowling alley and they were bowling on another lane, but some of the people here I bowled with on my team and we had a great time. Annaswirls was, in my dream, a damn good bowler (though on the other team) and got her name said over the loud speaker. And at first noone saw Rainman there, but that's because he was playing pinball and had been there before anyone else.

I told the team stuck with me that I was a lousy bowler, but we had a great time anyway and did pretty well. I believe I was drinking spiked cokes with Maria and Eve at some point. It was a fun though odd dream. Oh! and it was Sex and Death and VD who hosted the barbecue and ALL the weiners were veggie. (That should have clued me in to the fact it was a dream right there because first off I can't imagine either of those guys barbecuing in real life and also because noone but vegetarians likes veggie weiners.) Anyway, there ya go--my first Forum dream.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

wow! that is so cool I got to visit you in your dream! I am an awful bowler though and most likely my name was being called because I left my lights on.
I think you need to writea poem about all of the weiners being veggie. Definately have that one analyzed!

Eek! I'm afraid to! lol. I think it was just that feeling of not being odd duck out. That was nice. Usually being a vegetarian is a pain especially at barbecues: people tend to look at one askance. Also, I might have just been hungry. I got to sleep in 3 hours later than usual ('till 7 am!)

Sometimes a weiner is just a weiner. hotdog. that is.

 

[Maria2394]

The men I work with are nasty! okay, just had to say that. I am now one of 2 women there, they hired a new one, she is okay, so far. BUT everytime I passed the bossman today, he would say, " JUlie, When you walk away, she looks at your butt" then he put the guys up to telling me that, finally I told them to CUT IT OUT, that it wasnt funny anymore, but I cracked up laughing and then asked HER if she was gawking at my buns, right iin front of boss man, and she said, NO< who said I was??? : just grinned at the boss man and walked off...

I think she learned a lot about the job today, and I was nice, I warned her about the portajons, but she didnt appreciate my frankness when I told her that "sometimes, honey, you just have to drip dry"

oooh, I went up in a lift today, 120 feet. I could see the river at the base of the dam and waaaay out past the parking lot and got so close to the buzzards circling I could almost see their ...

well, we are expecting a rain out tomorrow. I kinda hope it rains, kinda hope it doesnt, okay, I dont really care

nite all

Happy B'Day Chris!



m

oh, WSO, this makes me think of you, dunno why, but...there is a power line crossing the river that we can see as we ride the bus out. There is a kingfisher( bird) that sits on a certain spot of the power line every day, today he turned and looked right towards me. Such A beautiful creature!! wish you could see him

 

[wildsweetone]

The men I work with are nasty! okay, just had to say that. I am now one of 2 women there, they hired a new one, she is okay, so far. BUT everytime I passed the bossman today, he would say, " JUlie, When you walk away, she looks at your butt" then he put the guys up to telling me that, finally I told them to CUT IT OUT, that it wasnt funny anymore, but I cracked up laughing and then asked HER if she was gawking at my buns, right iin front of boss man, and she said, NO< who said I was??? : just grinned at the boss man and walked off...

I think she learned a lot about the job today, and I was nice, I warned her about the portajons, but she didnt appreciate my frankness when I told her that "sometimes, honey, you just have to drip dry"

oooh, I went up in a lift today, 120 feet. I could see the river at the base of the dam and waaaay out past the parking lot and got so close to the buzzards circling I could almost see their ...

well, we are expecting a rain out tomorrow. I kinda hope it rains, kinda hope it doesnt, okay, I dont really care

nite all

Happy B'Day Chris!



m

oh, WSO, this makes me think of you, dunno why, but...there is a power line crossing the river that we can see as we ride the bus out. There is a kingfisher( bird) that sits on a certain spot of the power line every day, today he turned and looked right towards me. Such A beautiful creature!! wish you could see him

*smile* I love kingfishers. There is a pair in my garden and I think they are in the process of looking after young.

There is a saying that kingfishers sit before rain.


ps you do have cute buns.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Hooray! Today I bought a Ms. Magazine from a Hudson News in Penn Station. I felt so happy about that after working to get them to carry it. (The background for this is covered in a 30/30 poem written this month.) This month's issue touches on Second Life too. woot!

 

[DeepAsleep]

she's so pretty in the morning, with lines from the pillowcase still etched in her cheek, and the slack look of sleep clutched to her careful mouth and it is here that I can't remember why I left or why she left, or why I left again.

Radio: "If I lay, here. If I just lay, here."

Irony or a God with a sick sense of humor?

at work, I talk to my coworkers, but it's her face I'm responding to and I almost tell the woman at the cubicle next to me, "I'm sorry. I love you." instead of, "I'll be done with cycle two in a minute. What's in the lunchroom, today?"

Radio: "No one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head."

That fucking thing hates me.

Up in the middle of the night, eating a sandwich (midnight sandwich! Sandwich of destiny, sandwich of promise! I'm full of shit and crazy) and posting in a blog. What'll I think, tomorrow? I dunno.

Radio: "Wake up, Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you."

I'm going back to bed.

 

[normal jean]

frickin double posts, how ironic

 

[normal jean]

today sucked. i dont even want to remember it . sometimes I wish i liked alcohol more, it might help things seem easier,. but i have never really wanted easy, its no fun

 

[annaswirls]

today sucked. i dont even want to remember it . sometimes I wish i liked alcohol more, it might help things seem easier,. but i have never really wanted easy, its no fun

:hugs: I am sorry!

I had a sucky day yesterday! I think it is a low pressure system moving through or something. My sister set me up with a really yummy drink: vodka and diet seltzer with a splash of cranberry-raspberry juice and a lot of ice. Come on over, I will mix you one up and you can kick hang out on our porch swing

 

[annaswirls]

Hooray! Today I bought a Ms. Magazine from a Hudson News in Penn Station. I felt so happy about that after working to get them to carry it. (The background for this is covered in a 30/30 poem written this month.) This month's issue touches on Second Life too. woot!

congratulations

 

[Senna Jawa]

A haunted blog. Hello.

You have to excuse me, you know, a ghost has to haunt at least one place.

 

[annaswirls]

You have to excuse me, you know, a ghost has to haunt at least one place.

what a wonderful poem to start my morning

 

[Senna Jawa]

what a wonderful poem to start my morning

Hm, thank you, Anna, from the bottom of my hollow heart.

Did you hear her, guys? Use my line, expand on it or use it as a motto. One should always listen to Anna

 

[wildsweetone]

yesterday, a photo did it for me. a photo of such unconditional love and caring that it was not possible to turn away from the act of writing.

Some photos have soul

Sometimes a photo will do it,
center my thoughts
like an arrow pierced
by another arrow
on route to the bullseye,
a photo that turns a moment
into a three dimension gift,
unwrapped and there
just for me to witness.
You know they say
a picture is worth a thousand words
but really sometimes we can write
when the photo speaks to our soul
and we can write in words
carried from the creator
and it matters not
that they contain abstract notions
without concrete form for our focus,
it only matters that we can write
what our soul craves to sing.

 

[Maria2394]

I need aplace

where people are not hateful and rude and condescending. where they dont lie, or taaunt just to get reaction, where they dont instigate or incite. I dont remember ever feeling peace like I crave except in my own dreams. the ones where I am running barefoot through a tunnel, emerging in a pool of brightly lit water and then surfacing to face the most beautiful sunrise. Times like this I believe I crave death, or rebirth or just an ache to belong somewhere kinder than this world.

who can you trust? DO you trust? I tell myself I do trust many people, but in reality, I dont. trust is not practical or easy. neither is the truth, but sometimes youjust have to do it. it is assuming that when YOU do trust or be truthful, that others are as well, and that is the biggest mistake, trusting.

 

[LeBroz]

where people are not hateful and rude and condescending. where they dont lie, or taaunt just to get reaction, where they dont instigate or incite. I dont remember ever feeling peace like I crave except in my own dreams. the ones where I am running barefoot through a tunnel, emerging in a pool of brightly lit water and then surfacing to face the most beautiful sunrise. Times like this I believe I crave death, or rebirth or just an ache to belong somewhere kinder than this world.

who can you trust? DO you trust? I tell myself I do trust many people, but in reality, I dont. trust is not practical or easy. neither is the truth, but sometimes youjust have to do it. it is assuming that when YOU do trust or be truthful, that others are as well, and that is the biggest mistake, trusting.

Now that's what I call a really deep question. Perhaps you're being too hard on yourself. It's blind trust that cause people to feel betrayed so easily. Trust has to be earned...repeatedly. So if you're not trusting people blindly, that's good. And as someone repeatedly demonstrates to you that he is worthy of your trust, you'll grant him your trust. And both will gain in the bargain. And if that trust is betrayed just once, months and even years of earning that trust crash into nothingness and trust then has to be re-earned.

But on another level, reading between the lines, it seems you're looking for a permanent state of blissful happiness. There's a hugely popular Harvard professor that talks about happiness. It's not a permanent state. It's momentary and transitory. We adults know that when we deal with our children but forget those lessons when they apply to ourselves. Summer vacation comes and the kids are in a state of bliss for a few weeks {or less} and then the complaints begin ... 'I'm bored' ... "There's nothing to do'.

So look for those moments that give you happiness and treasure them {go ahead, have a piece of tiramisu }

And don't be leaving us and leaving Lit a poorer place.



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[vampiredust]

I have realised that emptiness exists within parts of the human psyche. I met my father today and we had little to talk about, the conversation seemed to be more about him and his interests rather than me and what i am interested in

we are so distant it feels like i need a telegram to get through to him

 

[Tzara]

Lecture on Metastability

This has not been the favorite week in my life. Memorable, perhaps, but not fun.

I have a customer whose servers keep going down for unknown reasons. We have had daily conversations about this problem, and still the cause—even the theoretical or speculative cause why this might be occurring—remains obscure. We just don't know why it's happening. Not an easy thing to explain to a CEO who is losing customers day by day.

My work laptop died. The screen is OK while it boots and for perhaps thirty seconds afterwards before it goes dark. I can't see a thing. This happened Monday. After repeated whining, I got a replacement today, sans disk, sans memory, sans CD, sans everything. (Yeah, riffing Shakespeare. Fuck you, turnitin.com.) I have to send the bad one back tomorrow, because I leave Monday for a customer engagement.

I may write terse poems this weekend.

I may not write this weekend.

And on to other topics. . . we will so not talk about my parents. Never you all mind.

In other news, diamond is a lattice form of carbon that is not wholly stable at normal temperature and pressure. Graphite, that soft and slushy form, familiar to us from pencils, is actually more stable than the hardest substance known to man. The transition from one to the other goes from one "fairly stable" state through a higher energy transition to a slightly lower energy and more stable state. This is a very slow event, because of the relative equalities of energy states and the high transition energy required to change state. Perhaps even more odd is the fact that diamond, over time (lots of time, eons of time) will spontaneously convert into soft and slippery graphite.

So like my life, so like my mood.

And so, good day, y'all.

 

[Tzara]

Envy, imitation, and "trust your feelings, Luke"

Sometimes writing is a chore. Your head feels stuffy and thick and if you force yourself to write anyway, what you produce is best wiped up with a tissue and disposed of hygienically. It's probably better to take some heavy analgesics and metaphorically go back to bed.

Everyone who tries to write goes through slow periods—at least everyone I know does. I suppose that what I should do at these times is just give it a rest and do something else: change the oil in the car, mow the lawn, read the Washington State Voter's Pamphlet. But I'm afraid that if I stop completely, I won't start up again. Unlike several of you all, I am in no way driven to write. So I keep slogging away at it, as I am now.

One of the things I notice during these times is that I get depressed about my writing and envious about how well others write. This is not just me feeling jealous about people like Jonathan Lethem or Kafka or Shelley or Mark Strand; I get intensely jealous of many of the writers who hang around here. One manifestation of that envy is that I start feeling that my writing sucks because I don't write the way (fill in the blank) does.

It usually goes something like this: Gosh, I really liked (title of poem) by (poet). (She/He) really handled the subject well—and the (language/emotion/style/humor)! My writing is so bad. I need to be more like (poet) and be more (careful/loose/precise/emotional/silly/serious/structured) in my writing.

Things degenerate from there, as I then go off to write bad imitations of one of you (or Kim Addonizio or Kenneth Koch or Robert Lowell). This never works.

There's a good reason for this. Take this poem by Eve as an example. I admire this poem, as I do many of Eve's poems, but her style is very different from mine and if I try to write something more like this—in the style of this—I will produce an utter disaster. Why? Because I am not like Eve. I am neither female nor a parent. I don't own a cat. I don't live in Virginia and I wasn't raised in the South. We won't even get into the dildo stuff.

The principle is the same with any of you. I'm not a teacher like TRM, nor a mathematician like Senna Jawa. I'm American, unlike a whole slew of you, and write in English because I have to, as it's the only language I know.

The only thing I know to do is just keep at it. It's why I sometimes write things other than poems. Things like this.

OK. The public spectacle is now over. You can all go back to writing poems.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that it's OK not to write.

(Two things, though: I've read today's 30-day challenge poem, so you can't fool me. And your things-like-these are more interesting to read than a slew of poems being written daily.)

 

[Tzara]

Why Sports Teams Are Bad for Your Health

OK. So, I'm relaxing on a lazy and pleasant Sunday afternoon, conveniently forgetting to mow the lawn or wash the car or wash the clothes (Wait—I'm going out of town tomorrow. I'd better check I have clean undies.) and watching the local footballers (that'd be American Football to you foreigners) kick the living stuffing out of New York, 42-3 going into the last quarter of the game. (Note to non-Americans and those of you who live or have alliances to the Big Apple: The rest of the country hates their/your teams.)

Anyway. We're cruising 42-3 and life is good. Then some kind of congenital West Coast incompetency kicks in and we throw two really really stupid interceptions in the space of about three minutes and give up another two touches and all of a sudden it's 42-30 with time left and I wonder if Yeats or Eliot ever did something like this—choke the poem away once in sight of the ending couplet.

I'd watch the Ryder Cup, but it's already over and we pooched it again.

Damn Europe.