your welcome - I love the telephone dance scene btw Violet - there's a member here with the name 'telephone dancer'
Lady K, again a fantastic and very entertaining summary of the plot!!! - thank you, it all makes sense now I really am impressed by your ryming and rythum skills and I promise not to mention bong trees the story gets crazy enough with us sober - well kinda sober.
ahhh I can hear Henning singing now
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, . . What a beautiful Pussy you are, . . . . You are, . . . . . . You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
Evil cate is helping out, we don’t quite know what for,
But the priest she’s looking after is running for the door.
Why are all my potential lovers running away from me all the time!!!! … I think I need to practice my knot tying techniques
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.. Queen Cate.. that's great German-Bond Priest material.. I think he maybe could melt Henning with that cross of his.. wait, I thought you were working with Henning???.. (perchance it's the opiates)..
.. [Violet, still up top her tower.. in the round stone room with the crack in the wall (which is how the light gets in.. what little light there is on this dreary, bleak little isle, that is).. she's looking particularly pensive today, as she commences to write yet another message to her beloved Lordship]..
My dearest Lordship,
I've been folding this book in half.. stuffing it in my leather bag, as I walk
around the city.. It looks to be an aged text, now.. it's rather rolled up, like
a sacred scroll almost.. It's got rabbit ears all over.. and so, yes, I've been
terribly hard on it, I feel.. Still, I like it this way.. and can't help thinking
that Leonard would like it this way too.. all touched, and prodded.. and in
that way, loved, in a sense..
.. If I could tell you more about Catherine Tekakwitha, then maybe I'd be
telling you about that most protected and deplored and rejected part of
myself.. that part of myself that thinks she too has been ravaged by Plague..
that part of myself that thinks she must work hard and perfect all that she
does so to be worthy somehow.. only the comparison stops there.. unless
they have new laws for saints these days.. unless a saint could be so imperfect
as to want for things she should not want for -- and why?.. so that I might
myself forget the Plague?.. or how hard it is for me to stand in the sun?.. or
to be out on the streets -- and judged, who knows as what, or why?.. or is it
my own self judgment, maybe?.. only.. when I'm with you.. on the street.. or
on a beach somewhere.. somewhere where we both might at least try to..
to be lost.. where we might look to each other, maybe, to find ourselves
again.. in the sweet perfection bestowed by each the other's eyes.. for isn't
that what falling in love is like?.. so to forget the Plague?..
.. and why should we live every moment in this knowingness of Plague?..
Plague that's all around us?.. Plague past.. Plague present.. Plague future?..
.. why should we live so?.. when there is so little time to see your smile,
finally.. to kiss your saddest eyes.. and to know your mind.. your thoughts..
your heart..
.. But saints are harsh, I think.. and I'd be cowering before each and every one
of them, given the harshness of their self rule.. How could I ever measure up?..
Catherine Tekakwitha was only a child when she let her ravaged face be painted
in the way the other girls did.. the girls that laughed and sang and danced and
wore beautiful leggings and beads.. but Catherine would cry bitterly later on
that she made such a slip.. such a slip?.. Oh, it’s true.. such girlish liveliness,
and foolishness, even, would never be for her.. Oh, why is it that I understand
such things so well?.. could I have been so very lonely as a girl myself?.. why did
I never feel to fit in?.. why?.. for unlike Catherine Tekakwitha, I was not destined
to become a saint.. I was not ravaged by Plague, leaving my face eaten away, and
unsightly.. and so what was my loneliness for?
.. do you think you could pine for one such as I?.. do you think you could ever feel
for such a lonely girl as I?.. the lonely girl inside me, I mean.. wouldn’t you rather
feel as our poor bereaved narrator does.. seeing that, well, if only something in
him would allow it, he’d rather have one of those girls who liked to dance and wear
pretty wampum and colorful leggings.. wouldn’t you rather have one of those girls
as well?.. though they’d not peer into you.. nor would they want to know you as I
do.. nor would they understand the meaning of getting lost.. even if I were to wear
beautiful wampum for you.. or colorful leggings.. or silk gowns and stilettos.. (just
for you).. still, we'd know it as our own theatre.. our own theatre of getting lost..
Perhaps it’s only those that know the Plague, who know just how to be so lost..
.. but oh, that I’d be so lost.. with you..
.. [pssssssssst.. kwi--uh, baby-bond.. now I need you to study this tape very carefully.. it will tell you everything you need to know about your current mission concerning Henning -- code name Colonel Kurtz. Now, you'll note some lingo here that your, um, blue-eyed male captain avatar person -- the person you should be disguised as, as opposed to a Cabbage Patch Doll (my god.. and you're still being paid for this??).. anyway.. note the: "Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation, nor would I be disposed to discuss such operation if it did, in fact, exist".. Now that.. is a thing of beauty, kwi-- uh, bond.. and it's exactly the sort of intelligence-speak you need to be talkin' on these sorts of covert missions.. and yes, you claimed not to be a blabber mouth, etc. etc., but I'm hearing differently, so WISE UP.. Oh, actually, the boys down at headquarters came up with a very cute code name for this mission: Operation Cabbage Patch.. (you can't know how much you crack them up, b.b.. it's the only reason you're still with us, actually.. though don't let that go to your head.. I mean, I know a swollen head only makes you mess up even more, and, well, there is a limit, kwills.. and it'll be you who's the one being terminated)..
.. okay.. now, I know this is a bit lengthy, but a thorough study of this will do you some good (hopefully).. oh, and as the last army intelligence dude will emphasize: terminate with extreme prejudice..
.. [pssssssssst.. kw-uh, bond.. baby.. person.. I forgot to mention.. Pu-- uh, Agent Orange will be trailing you..
.. she's the one [in the following sequence] with those cute Colt-45 revolvers, it looks like.. toy ones, at least..(hey.. what's an agent doing with toy guns?).. oh, and Honey Ryder (a.k.a. double agent Queen Cate) and I are there too.. I, of course, am the Indian maiden]..
.. [NOTE FROM PASSIONATE OBSERVER: I just wanted to put in a little note here regarding the film Apocalypse Now, as I've been providing excerpted sequences from said picture quite frequently in these parts.. Now, should you like to have another look at this rather amazing flick.. (although, I've always had issues with the ending from a plot perspective, but.. that's another matter altogether).. anyway, PLEASE KNOW that Apocalypse Now REDUX.. (Coppola's much much later re-editing of this film, done for.. hmm.. financial gain, I suspect).. anyway, please know that Apocalypse Now REDUX:SUCKS. (It's so good to finally get that down in writing somewhere.) So, please go out of your way to find the original if you want to do a fair re-assessment of this film. I mean, the man took what was a miracle of editing and montage sequences combined with exceptional voiceover, most of which I believe Coppola himself is responsible for writing.. and he turned it into a meandering and confused hodge-podge of -- hmm.. words fail me (and that seldom happens, as you may have noticed).. Let's just say that Brando's last croaking words: "the horror.. the horror".. take on a new meaning in light of this massacring of perfectly dazzling celluloid... (great cinematographer by the way)..
.. anyway.. I said my piece. Oh, and Francis: I hope you know the film gods are very displeased.. (they let me know these things, you see)..
.. only problem is: I just got word from the boys down at headquarters that that WASN'T HENNING.. seems it was Marlon Brando.. and the poor guy was only playing the role of this Kurtz dude, in any case.. so.. b.b., you really shouldn't have done that.. (condolences to the family, etc.)..
.. now, the question is, kw-- uh, BOND.. who the hell fed us this misinformation????.. I'm thinking this whole thing's been devised by the evilish queen Cate.. yes.. I'm remembering now, it was during that High Tea that she mentioned how much she loved this movie.. why that insidious wench.. (she didn't even have a problem with the unresolved plot issues endemic to its otherwise spectacularly cinematic ending.. which I find even more disturbing)..
.. OKAY: BABY BOND.. come back up to Kissingham.. the boys down town are pissed.. not just at me, but.. well, they're losing faith in you as well, so we'll have to keep you under wraps for a while 'til this whole thing blows over..
.. you could work locally.. maybe see if the queen knows where Henning is.. (geez.. and I thought we had this mission all wrapped up)..
.. of sorts is in order.. kw--uh baby bond is a bit banged up at the moment (having just hacked up Marlon Brando fairly brutally, I thought).. and Lady Kissy K. is seeing to his itty bitty baby wounds 'n things.. Queen Cate is in her torture chamber tidying things up in there.. she and Henning really get things all sweaty 'n such, given it doubles as a work-out chamber.. still, she doesn't like the chamber maids in there to clean, as they (as usual) blab about what they see, etc., and so she's decided it's something of a security risk.. oh, I believe there's a tied-up priest down there as well.. hmm.. don't know about his Lordship.. hopefully that was just a rumor..
.. speaking of.. this is just an old number I thought I'd dedicate to.. well, to love, I guess.. now, to me, if ever there were a voice that resounds like a waterfall of sorrowful tears, it would be this man's voice..
.. and so to you, my Lordship.. where ever you are today..
ever,
your lonely v i o l e t (stem).. xx x.. (oh, I especially like that line..
.. "love is like a flower.. holds a lot of rain".. that captures me somehow)..
wow: just realized the lyric is "love is like a cloud.. holds a lot of rain".. hmm.. I wonder how I got that confused..
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.. oh, and my Lordship.. I'm missing writing my little messages to you.. and do plan on returning to them.. just taking a "Losers" break, as it were.. oh, but I did find an old art house film theatre with some potential, I think.. especially its basement floor.. I mean, it could be a bit seedier, but one can at least imagine it in the good old days, when starving artists could live in this city, even.. Oh, speaking of.. an artist I know, of an older generation than myself.. but someone I know very well, as he used to live in the loft space I'm currently living in, with just his Harley motorcycle and hot plate, actually.. anyway, he only just told me that he met Leonard at the Chelsea way back when.. he knew him as a poet, and found him rather quiet and shy.. Now, if he'd slept with him.. well, they're doing a new thread right now for that..
.. Okay.. 'til soon.. y.s.v.(st.).. xx x
I'm a bit tied up at the moment and finding it hard to communicate properly with you,it could be because of all the bloodhounds on my trail! It seems that it wasn't Henning that I assassinated but a very highly regarded actor called Marlon Brando!Thanks boss, it wasn't my fault for a change! but as always I'm the poor scapegoat thank goodness I'm not the bull is all I can say!
Karren B I loved your poem you've done it again!
Queen Cate thanks for your gadgets I think we must call you Q for short! The only drawback with the pigeon carrier was that there was no air holes in it and the poor thing expired!
Well I think you did a chop up job there Baby Bond!!!
it's not your fault if it wasn't the right guy after all orders are orders.
Air holes!!! yes of course - sorry about that - hope that wasn't too stinky.
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Dream (perhaps sir F's?)
King G was very worried about the amount of time Princess V was spending in her tower and decided what she needed was a husband (V. this should remind you of some aunts from your book). He took out an add in Knights Nightly and posted signs on forest trees stating that he would marry the Princess to the first Fella who could successfully answer a set of skill testing question (stuff like if I were out of mead what would you do? and what type of oil is best for polishing swords?).
In disguise (as Sir F is the master of disguise) a very young Prince came forward and won the challenge!!!
This did not please the princess at all, so she had a bit of a tantrum and started to cry. Ohh no thought Sir F. – this is the last thing he wanted so he said to her – Princess if you can guess my name before dawn you won’t have to marry me.
She thought this was pretty descent of the Prince and after trying several names such Rumpelstiltskin she excused him with some sweet words, something like ‘No I won’t marry you – NO! NEVER! NO WAY! and you’ll eat dirt before you ever taste the sweetness of my skin – now bugger off (okay I don’t think she actually said bugger off) Then
she issued her own royal proclamation stating that she would Napalm the entire village if somebody didn’t tell her the name of the Prince before dawn.
yes of course - sorry about that - hope that wasn't too stinky.