Lit blog

[UnderYourSpell]

I used to root for them at the Royal Tournament in Earls Court London

 

[normal jean]

.................

 

[Angeline]

some scary shit

so, about 30 minutes ago, hubby and I are lying in bed, listening to the crickets, then we hear tires scream and then, BAM BAM in close succession. My first thoughts were, OMG... Amanda. MY oldest girl just lives 2 miles from us. I jumped up, got in the car and drove the 1/2 mile to the main road and could see the car from the end of my street.

In the front yard of the Baptist church is a Blue Firebird, totaled worse than any car I have ever seen, I mean, fucking mangled, seriously. The cops and ambulance weren't even there yet. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't my kid, and it wasn't thank God.

I came back and told hubby how bad that car looked, so of course, he had to see it, we walked back down there, I coudlnt believe anyone would have survived. But, now this is one lucky drunk fucker. Amongst the Smirnoff Ice bottles and chunks of his car, the man was standing up talking to a fireman who had arrived on his way home from work. The man is scuffed up, but alive.

Turns out, he was hauling ass on a road that the speed limit is 45. He had to be practically flying, he ran off the road, hit a slick patch in the church yard, hit a pine tree, it spun him around he hit another pine tree. We walked around and could see where the pine bark was peeled away on both trees. But he's alive. But I can assure you, that Firebird is no phoenix.


anyway....

you guys be careful if you have to be on the roads, theres idiots everywhere.

Hey Sis. Saw the message earlier. I'm in editing hell, but I'm hoping we can catch up soon.

That's scary and I hear you. Lots of people up here drive very recklessly in bad weather, I guess cause they get to used to it and think they can handle it, but black ice (especially) in winter is a real danger here. The first winter I was here, I had something similar happen. Heard a big crash and ran out to discover a car had spun and flipped on the ice. It landed in the ditch next to the road. Amazingly, the driver (the only one in the car) walked away from it. She looked very shaken, but she was walking around and pretty coherent. (We did talk her into going in the ambulance. She didn't want to at first.)

On a side note, we've had hailstorms here off and on all day. This afternoon I was working away and thought gosh that rain sounds loud. Loud because there were hailstones the size of golf balls hitting the deck! T and I just stared in amazement. This is May 19, right?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

As you say there are some right dinlos but they don't always come in the guise of drunk drivers. The idiot who ran up the back of us was a well to do business man with his grand kids in the back. We stopped at the lights, he had actually turned in his seat to speak to the kids didn't see we had stopped and slammed right into the back of us!! One thing I should mention his Merc was a write off and had to be towed ... our Volvo drove away from it and my dog in the back didn't have a scratch on him!!

 

[LeBroz]

.
.

A long weekend coming up. Perhaps I can get caught up on some of my reading. Perhaps. I recently bought a paperback edition of the collected works of Sylvia Plath and have barely had a chance to glance at it. But it did get me to wondering about Meg Ryan's desire to produce and star in a film about Sylvia Plath. When I checked and found no further references to it even as a distant project being worked on by Meg Ryan, I did further checking and found that a film about the poet had indeed been done.

Sylvia is a film with Gwyneth Paltrow in the starring role. So I got the DVD and watched it last night. It's a very naturalistic and tedious film. While she wrote a great deal of poetry over the course of her short life, you wouldn't know it from the film. Early on in the film you catch glimpses of her abilities as she occasionally spouts poetry, but the film seems mostly to focus on her humdrum existence as a housewife and mother, while her poet husband experiences success in his writing and in another woman's bed. During most of the course of the film there appear brief references to her writing poetry and some poetry collections that she had published but these almost appear as footnotes in the film. The only time in the film that focuses on her writing is that period late in 1962 when, for a few moments in the film while separated from her husband, we see her intently writing the poems that posthumously appear as Ariel, her book of poems that was highly acclaimed. This film will surely knock the wind out of anyone's sails with a romantic vision of the life of a poet.

But perhaps the film is meant to convey the darkness that supposedly exists in her writing. Maybe I'll be able to set aside a couple hours this long weekend and really read some of her poetry and see for myself how dark it is.

.
.

 

[Anschul]

.
.

A long weekend coming up. Perhaps I can get caught up on some of my reading. Perhaps. I recently bought a paperback edition of the collected works of Sylvia Plath and have barely had a chance to glance at it. But it did get me to wondering about Meg Ryan's desire to produce and star in a film about Sylvia Plath. When I checked and found no further references to it even as a distant project being worked on by Meg Ryan, I did further checking and found that a film about the poet had indeed been done.

Sylvia is a film with Gwyneth Paltrow in the starring role. So I got the DVD and watched it last night. It's a very naturalistic and tedious film. While she wrote a great deal of poetry over the course of her short life, you wouldn't know it from the film. Early on in the film you catch glimpses of her abilities as she occasionally spouts poetry, but the film seems mostly to focus on her humdrum existence as a housewife and mother, while her poet husband experiences success in his writing and in another woman's bed. During most of the course of the film there appear brief references to her writing poetry and some poetry collections that she had published but these almost appear as footnotes in the film. The only time in the film that focuses on her writing is that period late in 1962 when, for a few moments in the film while separated from her husband, we see her intently writing the poems that posthumously appear as Ariel, her book of poems that was highly acclaimed. This film will surely knock the wind out of anyone's sails with a romantic vision of the life of a poet.

But perhaps the film is meant to convey the darkness that supposedly exists in her writing. Maybe I'll be able to set aside a couple hours this long weekend and really read some of her poetry and see for myself how dark it is.

.
.

And now do you want to kill yourself? Or will you wait until after you've read the poetry?

 

[LeBroz]

And now do you want to kill yourself? Or will you wait until after you've read the poetry?

While Sylvia is a bit depressing, I don't see myself checking out the inside of my gas oven — I'll leave that domain to my suicide prone spiders {that's a poem of another sort}.

There are a few {far too few in my mind} moments in which Paltrow recites poetry with passion. These are the bright spots in an otherwise fairly dismal film.

But suicide? Never. It may be a subject to consider, to try to contemplate such an emotional state, but for me such an act is not a viable option. We'll see how I feel after I go through her final writings contained in Aerial.

.
.

 

[Anschul]

While Sylvia is a bit depressing, I don't see myself checking out the inside of my gas oven — I'll leave that domain to my suicide prone spiders {that's a poem of another sort}.

There are a few {far too few in my mind} moments in which Paltrow recites poetry with passion. These are the bright spots in an otherwise fairly dismal film.

But suicide? Never. It may be a subject to consider, to try to contemplate such an emotional state, but for me such an act is not a viable option. We'll see how I feel after I go through her final writings contained in Aerial.

.
.

I know you're not, but Plath...ug

 

[Angeline]

While Sylvia is a bit depressing, I don't see myself checking out the inside of my gas oven — I'll leave that domain to my suicide prone spiders {that's a poem of another sort}.

There are a few {far too few in my mind} moments in which Paltrow recites poetry with passion. These are the bright spots in an otherwise fairly dismal film.

But suicide? Never. It may be a subject to consider, to try to contemplate such an emotional state, but for me such an act is not a viable option. We'll see how I feel after I go through her final writings contained in Aerial.



.
.

I have a hard time reading her. Toooo depressing. But I agree with you about suicide. It's self-murder. And even at it's worst moments, life is wonderful even sacred compared to the alternative.

I know you're not, but Plath...ug

Yes ugh. Hope you're back in the sun there, bro.

It's rainy and cold here today (what else is new). I'm trying out a new sandwich bread recipe this afternoon. If it comes out well, I'll blog it next.

 

[LeBroz]

I know you're not, but Plath...ug

I've no doubt that regular readers of the forum would understand my odd mind but I wouldn't want the casual reader to to peek in and think that there's about to be someone in Lit's odd community about to go traipsing off into his oven to join the lady.

In my mind there are too many people with serious problems suffering from chemical imbalances in the brain that require careful medication — which is why I wouldn't want it to appear that I take such situations lightly. Such folk deserve our respect for facing and treating this problem directly. Perhaps this was Sylvia's problem; we'll never know.

.
.

 

[LeBroz]

I have a hard time reading her. Toooo depressing. But I agree with you about suicide. It's self-murder. And even at it's worst moments, life is wonderful even sacred compared to the alternative.



Yes ugh. Hope you're back in the sun there, bro.

It's rainy and cold here today (what else is new). I'm trying out a new sandwich bread recipe this afternoon. If it comes out well, I'll blog it next.

If I do get to read her, it'll at least be in warmer sunny {very sunny} skies. After several chilly, damp days the sun finally broke through today — and it's coming your way out there in Maine.

.
.

 

[Angeline]

If I do get to read her, it'll at least be in warmer sunny {very sunny} skies. After several chilly, damp days the sun finally broke through today — and it's coming your way out there in Maine.

.
.

That sounds good! After that awful hailstorm the other day and three solid days of rain, I am more than ready. (Not to mention really irritated that the lilac bush--tree sized--outside my bedroom window finally started to bloom, and then the hail and rain knocked off all those baby buds.)

 

[LeBroz]

That sounds good! After that awful hailstorm the other day and three solid days of rain, I am more than ready. (Not to mention really irritated that the lilac bush--tree sized--outside my bedroom window finally started to bloom, and then the hail and rain knocked off all those baby buds.)

Just for you I went outside to the large lilac bush right out my bedroom window and inhaled deeply of its most sensuous fragrance. The blossoms are well developed. Now that's soothing. The lilac bush out front by the highway is huge - about 40 years old - but too far from the house to easily savor its fragrance.

.
.

 

[Angeline]

Just for you I went outside to the large lilac bush right out my bedroom window and inhaled deeply of its most sensuous fragrance. The blossoms are well developed. Now that's soothing. The lilac bush out front by the highway is huge - about 40 years old - but too far from the house to easily savor its fragrance.

.
.

It's a magical fragrance.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

My lilac tree has bloomed and finished we had fabulous weather today at the County Show tho a trifle breezy but the biggest one day Carnival in the world is on on Monday (wonder if you know where that is?) and it's forecasting a lot of rain which is a shame because last year it was rained off completely

 

[WickedEve]

old, drunk, and naked

Hugo said that when two adults decide it's a good idea to take a naked drive, then it's probably because they're both too drunk. Last night, after our usual Saturday night vodka, the naked drive seemed liked the hottest idea ever. Hugo claims it was his idea that he came up with while we were naked on his deck. I remember coming up with it while we were naked... somewhere. Anyway, we ended up in his room, naked, after we discovered that sex on a hard deck feels, well, really hard when you're over forty.

While he was in the bathroom, I put on my panties, but he told me take them off, because a naked drive meant totally naked. So I took them off and... The next morning we woke up naked and neither one of us remembered if we took that naked drive or not.


~

 

[Anschul]

Hugo said that when two adults decide it's a good idea to take a naked drive, then it's probably because they're both too drunk. Last night, after our usual Saturday night vodka, the naked drive seemed liked the hottest idea ever. Hugo claims it was his idea that he came up with while we were naked on his deck. I remember coming up with it while we were naked... somewhere. Anyway, we ended up in his room, naked, after we discovered that sex on a hard deck feels, well, really hard when you're over forty.

While he was in the bathroom, I put on my panties, but he told me take them off, because a naked drive meant totally naked. So I took them off and... The next morning we woke up naked and neither one of us remembered if we took that naked drive or not.


~

When you get past forty, the second thing to go is your memory.

 

[WickedEve]

When you get past forty, the second thing to go is your memory.

and the first?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

and the first?

*raises hand to volunteer for the punchline*

I bet he doesn't remember.

bj

 

[Angeline]

Hugo said that when two adults decide it's a good idea to take a naked drive, then it's probably because they're both too drunk. Last night, after our usual Saturday night vodka, the naked drive seemed liked the hottest idea ever. Hugo claims it was his idea that he came up with while we were naked on his deck. I remember coming up with it while we were naked... somewhere. Anyway, we ended up in his room, naked, after we discovered that sex on a hard deck feels, well, really hard when you're over forty.

While he was in the bathroom, I put on my panties, but he told me take them off, because a naked drive meant totally naked. So I took them off and... The next morning we woke up naked and neither one of us remembered if we took that naked drive or not.


~

Wicked and drunk is an interesting combo, isn't it?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I thought the saying was if you don't use it you lose it .... ergo it can't be that

 

[WickedEve]

Wicked and drunk is an interesting combo, isn't it?

There was no wickedness! Just dreams of wickedness. Lately, we come up with all sorts of ideas and big talk about the nasty or naughty things we'll do. Most of the time we fall asleep. lol We were in a cabin a few weeks ago, in front of a fire, planning to do all sorts of sexual things. Well, in the middle of the night we woke up. We had fallen asleep in front of the fire. He's snoring, I'm drooling, we finally make it to the bed and have wild, passionate sleep.

Ohhh, sleep. It excites me.

 

[Angeline]

There was no wickedness! Just dreams of wickedness. Lately, we come up with all sorts of ideas and big talk about the nasty or naughty things we'll do. Most of the time we fall asleep. lol We were in a cabin a few weeks ago, in front of a fire, planning to do all sorts of sexual things. Well, in the middle of the night we woke up. We had fallen asleep in front of the fire. He's snoring, I'm drooling, we finally make it to the bed and have wild, passionate sleep.

Ohhh, sleep. It excites me.

Yeah well eagleyez and I were totally enraptured by the fantasies we could spin before we met. Fast forward five years and a big night for us is snuggling up and watching the Andy Griffith Show until we fall asleep. I realize I should tart up that info for the porn board and all but there you have it.

Ange: That Opie is so adorable!
EE: I like Floyd.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

[WickedEve]

Yeah well eagleyez and I were totally enraptured by the fantasies we could spin before we met. Fast forward five years and a big night for us is snuggling up and watching the Andy Griffith Show until we fall asleep. I realize I should tart up that info for the porn board and all but there you have it.

Ange: That Opie is so adorable!
EE: I like Floyd.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hey, we're just discussing realistic porn.
My man and I had some action today, which ended with me making him feel behind my knees because they were sweating so much, then me complaining about the heat, begging for the fan to be turned on high, then swearing that I must be having hot flashes because my face was melting.
But there was some sex! Hot flashing, sweating sex.
Oh, yeah. Then the pool boy came in a we had a threesome and dipped each other in creamed foods and exposed ourselves to carolers who were getting a jump start on the Christmas holiday.

 

[Angeline]

Hey, we're just discussing realistic porn.
My man and I had some action today, which ended with me making him feel behind my knees because they were sweating so much, then me complaining about the heat, begging for the fan to be turned on high, then swearing that I must be having hot flashes because my face was melting.

But there was some sex! Hot flashing, sweating sex.
Oh, yeah. Then the pool boy came in a we had a threesome and dipped each other in creamed foods and exposed ourselves to carolers who were getting a jump start on the Christmas holiday.

And was I ever shocked! I was just there to sing Jingle Bells.