Post #218,062
8/8/05 2:11:13 AM
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I'm Googling for a deprogrammer in your area
Ye Gawds, Woman!
I was a mere tad when that one came out, and I'd have had to reinvent the patter, now.
(though I don't think.. it Was an er Grizzly, y'know, mah lil fudgin-cactus flowr ;-)
[That's Worse than my recalling that the acceleration of 'G' in Pasadena CA, a while back - was 980.665 cm/sec\ufffd. And that's a pretty inane thing to waste neurons storin.]
;^>
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Post #218,068
8/8/05 8:05:05 AM
8/8/05 8:06:32 AM
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I have to confesss... I don't get the joke.
Let's hope it's because I'm foreign, not dumb :)
But to fulfil the obligation... (and it's rude, sorry Mr. Ashcroft)
What's the difference between a girl in a church and a girl in a bath?
Yes, I understand the Spoonerism, but what's the reference?
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
Edited by Meerkat
Aug. 8, 2005, 08:06:32 AM EDT
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Post #218,070
8/8/05 8:19:40 AM
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barefoot boy with cheeks ot tan, bubbles?
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Post #218,077
8/8/05 8:54:29 AM
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Sure it conjures up some interesting imagery...
but what does it mean? Where is it from? I've never heard the phrase before.
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
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Post #218,079
8/8/05 8:55:49 AM
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was bubbles the correct answer to your joke?
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Post #218,080
8/8/05 8:59:25 AM
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Sorry, forgot to answer that bit.
Nope, the correct answer, or part thereof, is:
"One has a soul full of hope"
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
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Post #218,148
8/8/05 3:34:50 PM
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James Whitcomb Riley, for one: - A Barefoot Boy
A poem of another era; dunno if Riley, Whittier have travelled way-South -?- but it would be as alien to an American of today, much under 50ish.
But there are others who used this simile ~~ universally recognized here in '30-40s and later midst the few.
John Greenleaf Whittier:
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheeks of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still,
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace,
From my heart I give thee joy, -
I was once a barefoot boy.
Little poetry is 'done' here now, of course - the Russians OTOH fill [used to fill??] auditoria to hear poetry read, often having memorized the better ones.. even newer ones.
Oz -?- no idea!
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Post #218,154
8/8/05 3:43:05 PM
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nowadays you would get arrested for pedophilia writing that
poetry is still alive, tampa has twice weekly poetry readings at various venues. I am pretty sure within walking distance of Rand's house you can hear peotry readings at high volume levels but further towards the UC Berkely campus poetry can be found unless it has changed that much.
thanx,
bill
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Post #218,210
8/8/05 5:51:07 PM
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Yes, but in Murica - - -
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Post #218,228
8/8/05 6:25:24 PM
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dunno about albaqurque but in Southron Georgia
[link|http://atlanta.about.com/cs/artsentertainment/a/atlpoetry.htm|http://atlanta.about...t/a/atlpoetry.htm]
appears to be alive and well
thanx,
bill
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Post #218,243
8/8/05 7:00:15 PM
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dog/dead pooch/screwed
'Poetry' is a non-thing in Murica, save within those fringes, of many dimensions.
Few can remember having heard, read 'a poem'; miniscule have ever imagined..trying to Make One!
Yes, we (still) have a "Poet Laureate".
Wanna guess how many of the new-Trotskyites know who he is, or have read .. a poem, since it was part of a course? (certainly Not part of any MBA course)
And a Surgeon General - is there still one of those? I seem to recall the last one being a bit too uppity for the smooth running of the Play.
Poetry went out (along with debate classes in HS) when culture became spelled kultur - remember?
Wanna do Bach, too?
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Post #218,249
8/8/05 7:32:02 PM
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dunno, these looks good
A chicago poet
the world is a vampire, sent to drain
secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
and what do i get, for my pain
betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
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a California boy
Say your prayers little one
Don\ufffdt forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land
Something\ufffds wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren\ufffdt of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon\ufffds fire
And of things that will bite
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don\ufffdt say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It\ufffds just the beast under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We\ufffdre off to never never land
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New York (figures)
I am the god of fuck,
virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity
red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?"
porno-nation, evaluation
what's this, "time for segregation"
libido, libido fascination, too much oral defication
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
vcr's and vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens
cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean?
bible-belt 'round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place
yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face
white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy
***************************
Poetry isnt dead
thanx,
bill
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Post #218,252
8/8/05 7:55:19 PM
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Man, I love Metallica!
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Post #218,266
8/8/05 8:30:04 PM
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sshhh
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Post #218,254
8/8/05 7:56:13 PM
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Alas
I have fond memories of my maternal grandmother reading James Whitcomb Riley and Wordsworth, among others to me as a child. Upon graduation from high school, she presented to me a lovely, leather-bound book of 100 best-loved poems.
Her inscription reads:
"To Thyself be true,so honestly, steadfastly true,
That neither friend nor foe can say
He has been deceived in you."
(which is a paraphrased version of Shakespeare's "Polonius' Advice to Laertes" from "Hamlet")
She was a wonderful woman.
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,255
8/8/05 7:59:04 PM
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Poetry ain't dead, it's called Rap now! :-D
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,257
8/8/05 8:10:32 PM
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It might as well have died (I hate rap)
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #225,571
9/20/05 7:45:13 AM
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Heard him read on NPR
Beautiful orations. High rethoric. Even artful prose. But to call it poetry? Bull.
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179. I will not outsource core functions.
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[link|http://omega.med.yale.edu/~pcy5/misc/overlord2.htm|.]
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Post #218,256
8/8/05 8:04:17 PM
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That poem stuck a cord with me
It brought to mind the fleeting freedom of summer, the innocent beauty of children and the unkind reminder that time marches on.
sigh
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Post #218,258
8/8/05 8:11:28 PM
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The unkindly reminder that what?
I forgot what you were talking about. Must be the Alzheimers...
Cheers,
Ben
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #218,259
8/8/05 8:17:42 PM
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Either that or I'm boring you
with my musings and you couldnt bring yourself to retain what you just read.
That'd be my guess.
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Post #218,262
8/8/05 8:21:20 PM
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Trust me, you'd find it surprisingly hard to bore me...
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #218,263
8/8/05 8:22:17 PM
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Is that good or bad?
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Post #218,264
8/8/05 8:28:01 PM
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Hey...Are you gonna tell my joke?
It's just been sitting there.
[link|http://z.iwethey.org/forums/render/content/show?contentid=218108|http://z.iwethey.org...?contentid=218108]
Peaches,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,268
8/8/05 8:41:50 PM
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Nope
My brain started censoring itself after commenting to myself, "Nope, just one club."
Cheers,
Ben
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #218,350
8/9/05 9:42:31 AM
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Poetry not (quite) dead.
I still remember fondly from school when we were going through a 'metaphysical poets' stage.. John Donne's 'the Flea' I shall never forget. It's concise, beautiful, and somewhat naughty. (probably much moreso in this dy and age).
My English teachers work was not in vain, but my Maths teachers, well... what is a quadratic equation, anyway?
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
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Post #218,413
8/9/05 4:25:48 PM
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My all-time fave
poem is "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning: the most concise murder mystery ever written. I've often dreamed of writing a screen play, but then consider that it would never hold a candle to the original.
[link|http://mason.gmu.edu/~lsmithg/275duchess.htm|http://mason.gmu.edu...hg/275duchess.htm]
My Fantasy Cast:
The Duke: Alan Rickman
The Duchess: Kate Winslet
Fra Pandolf: Johnny Depp
The Count: Hector Elizondo
The Count's Daughter: Salma Hayek
The Count's Aide (to whom the Duke is speaking): Alfred Molina
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,622
8/10/05 1:18:31 PM
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You're right.. actually it's Everywhere (in small snippets)
We only live two moments
let one of them be for wisdom.
--Voltaire
All theory, dear friend, is grey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.
--Goethe
Not every truth is the better for showing its face undistinguished; and often silence is the wisest course for a man to pursue.
--Pindar
(people used to remember such material, before meeja filled all the time)
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Post #218,637
8/10/05 2:08:51 PM
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I can still recite
"Abou Ben Adhem","The World Is Too Much With Us (still a relevant poem), and "No Man Is An Island", just to name a few.
We are letting our kids down by not having them memorize poetry or passages of well-written prose (i.e., The Gettysburg Address, Shakespeare, speeches from that long lost species: the statesman/orator). Nope, Bush thinks it's more impotent that they study ID.
tsk, tsk.
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,643
8/10/05 2:59:01 PM
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I kinda like Sonnet CXVI of the Bard
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
\tAdmit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
\tOr bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
\tThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;
. . .
It's an entire philosophy course (and religio reappraisal) in One - One - One! Package.
But we'll always have Paris.
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Post #218,648
8/10/05 3:12:03 PM
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Will has a permanent place in my heart.
My! But it is wonderful to exercise that area of the grey matter again.
Mental aerobics is so good for the body. Much better than that sick-o asphyxiation-speak going on in the other forum.
This is an infinitely better high.
No shoes, shirt, batteries, or membership fees required.
Just, perhaps, a current library card. ;)
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,650
8/10/05 3:13:27 PM
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:-)
Bush thinks it's more impotent that they study ID.
I like that word choice. Particularly considering that he wants them to study abstainance as well. :-)
Cheers,
Ben
I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
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Post #218,094
8/8/05 9:50:04 AM
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You're not alone :-\\
Darrell Spice, Jr. [link|http://spiceware.org/gallery/ArtisticOverpass|Artistic Overpass]\n[link|http://www.spiceware.org/|SpiceWare] - We don't do Windows, it's too much of a chore
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Post #218,107
8/8/05 12:09:56 PM
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Apparently it goes back to this poem.
[link|http://eir.library.utoronto.ca/rpo/display/poem2296.html|John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) - The Barefoot Boy]. 1 Blessings on thee, little man,
2 Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
[...] My guess is that that poem was as popular as some references to Macbeth are these days. Cheers, Scott.
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Post #218,106
8/8/05 11:49:08 AM
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If you must know...
I had a very corny English teacher in 9th grade. Puns were her speciality. Another joke she told:
Mussolini, Mao Tse Tung, and Lenin went to Heaven. Saint Peter let everyone through.
Then suddenly he said, "Nope, wait a minute! Hold the Mao".
Groan!
Peace,
Amy
Illegitimi non corborundum.
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Post #218,647
8/10/05 3:03:40 PM
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ICLRPD (new thread)
Created as new thread #218646 titled [link|/forums/render/content/show?contentid=218646|ICLRPD]
[link|http://www.runningworks.com|
] Imric's Tips for Living
- Paranoia Is a Survival Trait
- Pessimists are never disappointed - but sometimes, if they are very lucky, they can be pleasantly surprised...
- Even though everyone is out to get you, it doesn't matter unless you let them win.
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Nothing is as simple as it seems in the beginning,
As hopeless as it seems in the middle,
Or as finished as it seems in the end.
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