tumors of the lips- calling the travelling pack of poets

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anunitu wrote:Geoffrey,

I would say you do seem to have a knack for writing, In just this small epistle I can detect your imagination and vision.
As to your wish for a poem to take you into a state of thrall, or just to elevate your state of existence into something
of a more spiritual level, I am afraid you might be in for a long wait. Those states tend to come in pill form, or something to be smoked. I have taken that journey, but not with the use of drugs, the spiritual path to approach that state is a difficult, and sometimes dangerous trip.

Good luck in your search.

Anunitu
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you did a good thing
you took a poor soul
like Geoffrey
under your wing
now I bet he doesn't feel like a untalented useless idiot timewaster nobody anymore
but BING
he probably feels like
a Prince
yeah, well, errrrm, hum, yeah, ok, I dunno, articulation is not my fing, who cares, SHUT IT YOU MUPPET, blah blah blah
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this is all far too cowardly. two pages of responses and not a single poem. just more whitewash from the poltroons and idlers. comic poems are worthless, defensiveness verbiage, a sure sign of a lack of emotional reciprocity.
so, who will reveal themselves?
geoffrey - i appreciate your honesty and your poetic description of your lack of poetic ability.
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Well, woody, you have tried, but such is life. Having been the recipient of some measure of this, I can only feel let down by the lack of anything with more substance.

BONNE CHANCE my friend

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I wonder if folks miss the obvious wonted wonders by wishing for the things that are not right in front of them. No, I suppose it's possible to wish & regard at the same time. People are here, true humans, all different, complete and beautiful. All as open and as closed to each other as outer space.

I've been enjoying Paso a Paso tonight. I think it's from Mexico. This winery makes two wines that I know of, both good. The white one is 100% Verdejo. The one I had today they could have called a Cab. Sauv, & I wouldn't have been the wiser. They gave it some Spanish name.
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I prefer a good Port, with some good French cigarettes, and if lucky the company of some one of a passing humor and the chance for an intriguing dialog.
Also a pint of Guinness makes for a nice evening.
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Port?
Yuck.

When you take the ferry to Manhattan, you can look overboard and see a putrefied half fish, its skeleton showing obscenely. The defiled water obscures its sunken half as if made of coffee and sewage. Gawky forsaken feathers float like ghost ships too sullied to attract light. Next to you, a man in a brown coat and greasily maculated black pants hangs his hairy head over the edge and vomits. The resultant mixture?

That's port.
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A rather extreme dislike on your part, I would have to imagine your experience was with a screw top bottle obtained from a corner liquor store. I will admit Port is an acquired taste, but no need to vilify another's taste in Potables.

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although please note that none of the Charlatan "women" here have any basic ironing skills, let alone to Regional Standard, although I don't like to boast, why would anyone ever care about them compared to me, crazeeeee!!!)
I've known women like you Sue, all glitz and spritz - sure some men will appreciate how stiff you make the collars. But soon enough they'll start to itch. They'll miss the days of a woman who would tumble long on low and the simple pleasure the comes from the warmth of jeans pulled from the dryer. The smell of bounce on the sheets.
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Manna wrote:I wonder if folks miss the obvious wonted wonders by wishing for the things that are not right in front of them. No, I suppose it's possible to wish & regard at the same time. People are here, true humans, all different, complete and beautiful. All as open and as closed to each other as outer space.

I've been enjoying Paso a Paso tonight. I think it's from Mexico. This winery makes two wines that I know of, both good. The white one is 100% Verdejo. The one I had today they could have called a Cab. Sauv, & I wouldn't have been the wiser. They gave it some Spanish name.
I think it must be a good wine, what you wrote was lovely.
When I first read it, I read wishing for things that are right in front of them.
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Sideways Sue wrote:
>Remember, even real writers . . . started at the beginning

Well, this makes me think of the very beginning of a Leonard Cohen song, where even in just the few opening words listeners are instantly manipulated into conjuring up a very precise image in their minds. "The swan it floated on the English river" he sings. At once one is thrown into an idyllic scene of tranquility, of elegance and perhaps a hint of Tudor romanticism. Swans do not simply 'float'; they swim, by the way. They rotate one leg upwards and hide it beneath a wing, while the other gently paddles and steers. Leonard is fluent in French, but his backlog of work is almost entirely in the English language - and this is because he loves England. He loves the history and the traditions of England, Greensleeves and all that. He also loves swans, and in his work has brought them many times to our attention. In one novel he delicately writes: "Blood rushed into the young man's groin; he inserted one hand under his leather belt and grabbed himself - a warm handful that was as thick as a swan's neck." How better to create the perfect mood for his song than describe to listeners a beautiful white swan on an English river! It would never have worked using a Polish river, for example, or an Irish one - or Spanish. Like it or lump it, and I'm sorry for Leonard's fans in other parts of the world, but it HAD to be an English river. Don't blame me, I didn't do it - it's not my fault. He couldn't have said the swan was in Australia because down there they have virtually only big black ugly-looking bastards, and that would have totally destroyed the setting Leonard was looking for, with the lilting violins and all that. So there you have it. Now you know as much as I do.
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dear reader

I tried with a German river and it also did not work - the emigrated is right again, like so many times before. I miss his sexual references though, but we both are moving towards 60 and our teeth are not the best anymore, so we have to be careful.

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anunitu wrote:A rather extreme dislike on your part, I would have to imagine your experience was with a screw top bottle obtained from a corner liquor store. I will admit Port is an acquired taste, but no need to vilify another's taste in Potables.

Anunitu
I didn't. I merely described my own. I said no such thing as, "People who like port should be clobbered on the head and dragged off to jail." You're perfectly welcome to enjoy port, whether it comes from a bottle or a sea port, and I promise I won't think of you as a villain for doing so. I am perfectly aware that just because port tastes like mud, gasoline and rotted bodily fluids to me, it doesn't taste that to way everyone.
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Silly me Manna!

I thought you'd picked up Woody's gauntlet and written a prose poem about port... kinda Bukowski-style ;-)
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Henning wrote:
>I miss [Leonard Cohen's] sexual references though

I know, but weighing a half-hard manhood in his hand and crudely likening it to the neck of a swan? That was something we didn't really need to know, Henning. His songs are also often permeated with crudities, but thankfully a lot less blatantly so than in his literature. The song I had mentioned earlier - the one with the swan - is very D H Lawrence-ish, of course. You are probably familiar with the famous scene in 'Women in Love', in which Alan Bates gives picnic guests a short monologue on 'the vulgar way' to eat a fig:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wgWEhCrnoI

There is something rather Cohen-ish about that little film clip. I must admit I was shocked when I first heard 'The Traitor'. Immediately after the swan opens the first verse we are introduced to the suntanned woman's genitalia - for 'the rose of high romance' could be nothing else. There it is, petals opening wide and 'yearning' him through the summer. It is a song about carnal desire, a man with a fixation for, an obsession with, a woman's most private territory. I repeat: I was shocked! I knew what he was singing about. I knew exactly what he was bloody-well singing about. The rose he sickened with a scarlet fever was obviously labia, red and sore from his constant and insatiable pounding. She said AT LAST(!) he was her finest lover - in other words the woman had to make him stop because she'd had more than enough. If she died, he would be to blame, she said. He tells us that he was like a madman ('I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still'), that he lingered on her thighs for a fatal moment. The driving force was lust and not love ('my falsity it stung me like a hornet') and that he possessed no willpower to remove himself before his crisis: 'the poison sank and it paralysed my will' - he tells us. He goes on to say that he could not move, that he felt 'deserted from above' - that he was now 'listed with the enemies of love'. Of course God had left him! Because whoremongery has nothing to do with God. On the contrary, he had obeyed the Devil's commands, and it was only natural and deserved that people afterwards called him 'traitor' to his face.
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Post by Pete »

Invite me to your thread,
would you?
Know I don't do
tumours
of lips,
did you?
Force these lines
from dormant curiosities,
don't you?
Dare scrape
a response,
will you?
Accept,
reject,
object to this submission
(subject to my weakness),
do you?
Realise the challenge
hurts
me
to contend,
screw you.
This is not me
This is not me
This is
not me
at all,
why don't you?

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