the prostitute clams have gone missing

[lizzytysh]

Ohhhhh... I LOVE that, lonndubh.

It's also good to see you here, Manna .

[Cate]

You said, "Love is touching souls."
Surely you touch mine
'cause part of you pours
out of me in these lines
from time to time.

There's no phrasing like Joni's phrasing. I haven't been here in for-like-ever. I haven't even lurked. But today I guess I felt like it again. I like your poem, Cate. And I miss you. xoxo.

Also - your title reminded me of "The Piano has been Drinking."
har har.

Manna!!!!!
I miss you too – I miss you here.

You gotta love Joni she has such a way with words … but then so do you.
The title was half stolen from a post that mysteriously disappeared.

xoxox
cate

[lonndubh]

. anyway, to me.. let's see.. you're this.. hmm.. I would have to say mercurial Irish woman, with that Irish love of poetry, and even romance, maybe.. though you're insistent on it's being about oneself, I think.. I mean, that's where your emphasis is, I'm pretty sure. Of course, one could say that about reality itself, but.. again, we're talking about emphasis, maybe

"Look its all about yourself"
I feel a little ashamed
Shy at exhibiting myself
To the world
Here I Am
entirely unfunctional
You may say.
I loose confidence
temporarily !
And begin to think
About writing on some public theme
Or ancient myth
Maybe a long historical poem
on some hero or saint.
And then my poetic sense returns
And I return to my nothing .

[Violet]

. anyway, to me.. let's see.. you're this.. hmm.. I would have to say mercurial Irish woman, with that Irish love of poetry, and even romance, maybe.. though you're insistent on it's being about oneself, I think.. I mean, that's where your emphasis is, I'm pretty sure. Of course, one could say that about reality itself, but.. again, we're talking about emphasis, maybe

"Look its all about yourself"
I feel a little ashamed
Shy at exhibiting myself
To the world
Here I Am
entirely unfunctional
You may say.
I loose confidence
temporarily !
And begin to think
About writing on some public theme
Or ancient myth
Maybe a long historical poem
on some hero or saint.
And then my poetic sense returns
And I return to my nothing .

The most intriguing, if slightly disturbing line here, is your last.. and it puts me in mind of Shakespeare's Hamlet, in fact..

[just before the play that Hamlet directs]:

GERTRUDE
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

HAMLET
No, good mother. Here’s metal more attractive. (sits next to OPHELIA )

[...]

HAMLET
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

OPHELIA
No, my lord.

HAMLET
I mean, my head upon your lap?

OPHELIA
Ay, my lord.

HAMLET
Do you think I meant country matters?

OPHELIA
I think nothing, my lord.

HAMLET
That’s a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

OPHELIA
What is, my lord?

HAMLET
Nothing.

Knowing the play as I do, this is not merely jest here, but a kind of cruelty on Hamlet's part. And while in your poem you are not discussing sexual matters, still, is it not cruel to yourself to suggest that you are returning to your nothing, in returning to yourself?.. and yet.. it IS the most intriguing line still.. "I return to my nothing".. Then again, I suppose its meaning could be more neutral. Given my impression of you, it might just be.. still.. it's hard to hold on to it as being neutral, I find.. somehow it wavers between self deprecation and neutrality.

.. oh, and it's your "poetic sense" that has you returning to your nothing.. and so, your poetic sense is not epic, not large.. it is close to your person, and from there your person appears as nothing, and yet, such realization makes for a rather startling end of a poem, and in that sense, your person/your mind is not nothing at all!

v.

[lonndubh]

And while in your poem you are not discussing sexual matters, still, is it not cruel to yourself to suggest that you are returning to your nothing, in returning to yourself?.. and yet.. it IS the most intriguing line still.. "I return to my nothing".. Then again, I suppose its meaning could be more neutral. Given my impression of you, it might just be.. still.. it's hard to hold on to it as being neutral, I find.. somehow it wavers between self deprecation and neutrality.

.. oh, and it's your "poetic sense" that has you returning to your nothing.. and so, your poetic sense is not epic, not large.. it is close to your person, and from there your person appears as nothing, and yet, such realization makes for a rather startling end of a poem, and in that sense, your person/your mind is not nothing at all!

I suppose Violet it is only when I go to old Mother Hubbards cupboard I realise how bare it is.Its all about mood really and perhaps experience ...........With experience I ( we) can take emptiness as a spiritual reality .I (We) must take what is there even when there is nothing .So its a relief to have accepted the nothing of my fate because now it has become a richness and a new point of departure for my calcuations .Yes quiet a relief

[Violet]

I suppose Violet it is only when I go to old Mother Hubbards cupboard I realise how bare it is.Its all about mood really and perhaps experience ...........With experience I ( we) can take emptiness as a spiritual reality .I (We) must take what is there even when there is nothing .So its a relief to have accepted the nothing of my fate because now it has become a richness and a new point of departure for my calcuations .Yes quiet a relief

.. oh.. I guess in saying you were being "neutral," that's not necessarily a spiritual designation.. and yet, I think I was on the verge of thinking that.. You have me thinking of Taoism, for some reason.. or something a professor once said about it. I was just visiting the class, given a friend of mine.. (the teacher was her uncle).. and this man went about the room touching everything, picking up a book.. a piece of chalk, etc.. referring to all of it as "Tao".. [unless there's another designation like that starting with a 'D'.. I keep thinking there should be a 'D' for some reason].. Anyway, I was too young to know what the heck this guy was talking about. I thought he must be mad. Of course, now it makes perfect sense, or non-sense, I guess. And.. [sigh].. I know when I get to a place of utter frustration with myself.. it's probably not the worst thing to be thinking about, somehow..

Anyway, I like your reply. It's the right sort of "nothing."

v.

[just the first song here]:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwmyJAEnz4s
FULL SCREEN..

[lonndubh]

[just the first song here]:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwmyJAEnz4s

Love the song Violet
George Gershwin and his I've got plenty of nothing ............

[Violet]

.. lonndubh.. I thought you might like this.. it's something I found on youtube this evening.. my father used to recite this poem to me.. [he could be a real ham sometimes.. he'd bellow out Shakespeare.. Lord Byron.. or a simple lovely poem like this one.. and that was really quite a lot of fun].. anyway, this poem came to my mind for some reason.. [actually, my brother, in another of his delusions, I guess.. said he was a tree] [he can be a lot of different things, it seems, depending on the story line he's considering].. so anyway, I wondered what there might be on youtube regarding this poem, and sure enough, I found something.. and how sweetly earnest this girl is.. and the imagery and music is quite nice too.. (in a humble, home-made sort of way)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kAllDO_Je8
FULL SCREEN..

v. x

[lonndubh]

.. lonndubh.. I thought you might like this.. it's something I found on youtube this evening.. my father used to recite this poem to me.. [he could be a real ham sometimes.. he'd bellow out Shakespeare.. Lord Byron.. or a simple lovely poem like this one.. and that was really quite a lot of fun].. anyway, this poem came to my mind for some reason.. [actually, my brother, in another of his delusions, I guess.. said he was a tree] [he can be a lot of different things, it seems, depending on the story line he's considering].. so anyway, I wondered what there might be on youtube regarding this poem, and sure enough, I found something.. and how sweetly earnest this girl is.. and the imagery and music is quite nice too.. (in a humble, home-made sort of way)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kAllDO_Je8
FULL SCREEN..

v. x

Violet im loving your reference of your father being 'a ham 'and your brother being many things including a tree.
well the apple certainly didnt fall Too far from the tree in your case so- if you dont mind me saying so(in a very good humoured sort of way )Oh Violet of the wild imagination !!
I also love the Joyce Kilmer poem Trees but I have to agree slightly with the post under it

I am deeply and utterly disturbed by your video. I shall struggle to sleep tonight

I was actually thinking of a scene from The Exorcist

[Violet]

.. actually.. upon second viewing, I do see what you both might mean by that (!).. I was caught up in remembering the poem, I guess..

.. .. so.. maybe this is the macabre version then (!)..

v. x