SISTERS OF MERCY

[Violet]

.. gee.. I don't know.. I finally got some sleep, but I still feel like I could sleep for another eternity.. I think I'm iron deficient or something..

... anyway.. I'm not too sure what I think of keeping that Kenneth Russell clip here.. actually, I love it cinematically speaking, but it's lonely here sometimes out on a limb.. and I don't know why I keep putting myself out here, actually.. I must be driven to this feeling of sheer exposure somehow.. or at least this past week, it seems I am..

.. so.. in case you returned, and would like to see that clip again.. it's Kenneth Russell's phantasmagoric: The Devils..

.. I think I'll return to my evening's "devotions".. hmm.. maybe a little Thomas Aquinas..

Violet Flower [doing penance]..

[imaginary friend]

I didn't veiw the video Violet – please post again; I quickly read your first post and came back (yes, hours later) to respond, to find it...

gone

[Cate]

ohhh, when I was here last night it was Joan of Arc, a song which has grown on me since joining the forum.

You had a request for thoughts about nuns/devotion, I was pretty tired last night and nothing came to mind but then, when I was falling asleep I remembered a room I had spent a night in that was full of angels - mostly on the walls and how I had slept very deeply and peacefully there.

[Violet]

.. well, Cate.. that's pretty sweet and lovely.. are you sure you gals want the "Kenneth Russell" treatment???..

.. I think I'm hearing a yes.. at least from the back, where I think I.F. is adjusting those sexy garter belts she wears under that heavy habit of hers.. okay.. I'll re[COM]post the entire thing, here goes.. OH, WAIT -- WARNING: KEN RUSSELL MAY NOT BE FOR EVERYONE.. AND IF YOU ARE A DEVOUT CATHOLIC, THIS MIGHT NOT BE YOUR CUP OF TEA (OR MAYBE IT WOULD BE, WHO'S TO SAY??), SO PLEASE MOVE ON.. AND DON'T GO WRITING THE VATICAN OR ANYTHING, I'M SURE THEY'D JUST BE AMUSED.. OH, AND MY LORDSHIP: SORRY.. BUT WE CAN'T ALWAYS STOP THE STRANGE HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS OF DESIRE FROM FOLLOWING THEIR INELUCTABLE COURSE.. YOU HAVE ONLY YOURSELF TO BLAME, FOR HAVING SUCH A CHARISMATIC PERSON -- UH, (MULTIPLE) PERSONALITY.. AT LEAST I'VE REFRAINED FROM MENTIONING CERTAIN, UM, UNDERGARMENTS (WELL, EXCEPT FOR I.F.'S).. BUT THEN.. YOU AND I (AT LEAST) KNOW THEY'RE THERE.. OKAY, THAT'S IT FOR THE WARNING, I THINK.. HERE GOES..

SISTERS OF MERCY

Well.. so far, at least, there are the three of us Turning Ugly Losers Poetry by Forum Members Section Sisters of Mercy..

.. Imaginary Friend is, of course, our [Dominatrix] Reverend Mother.. (known to wear tight black leather panties [as well as other chrome and black leather paraphernalia not yet disclosed to us] under her habit)..

.. and then there is Sister Cate (who is [not so]secretly into ratchet straps.. oh, and she also has some sort of moon fixation).. (a winning combination, if you really take some time to think about it).. (actually, I'm not really sure why I said that, although it does sound intriguing)..

.. and then, of course, there is sweet Sister Violet (flower)..

.. hmm.. what can I say about her -- uh, moi, I mean..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8Xgm1u_SF4
FULL SCREEN..

.. [whew]..

.. um.. [need to recover myself a bit here].. as you may have noticed, I switched out my Lordship fixation for a good old-fashioned Christ obsession.. (back to that ‘ol time religion, it seems).. Of course, as I watch this clip, Christ keeps morphing into his Lordship on me, so I’m not too sure I’m making the sort of progress I’d hoped to be making at this point.. Oh, and also.. I [confess] I never thought I could do away with his Lordship’s robes ‘n wigs ‘n things.. but he really does look sexy I think in that manly crown of thorns.. (who knew???)..

.. ANYWAY..

.. I thought we could devote this thread to our, um, devotions, as it were.. or just anything nun-like.. poetically, or cinematically speaking (though, film wise, I might have maxed out on this particular K.R. film clip)..

.. oh, and anyone else who has something nun-like or devotional seeming they’d like to contribute, please don’t be shy..

.. anyway, I guess I worry that this might be too closed a category, in a way.. so.. how to open it up, a bit more..

Sacrifice comes to mind, since nuns do need to sacrifice a lot.. just like I’m trying to sacrifice my Lordship fixation in the name of -- hmm.. I haven’t really figured that one out yet.. (after all, he does keep turning into Jesus on me.. and quite a sexy one at that -- I mean.. Jesus Christ!!!).. though he is rather devily seeming.. (gad, what would Georges think???)..

.. oh, too bad I don’t have a nun poem.. maybe I need to read some Joan of Arc or something, to get a bit more in the mood.. but for now.. why not.. (oh, and this might possibly indicate who I should be sacrificing my Lordship fixation for.. though, to be honest, have I ever really given up Leonard??).. (me no think so).. so I guess that leaves me back where I was before.. only now it's a Lordship-Christ fixation.. [geez]..

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

Leonard’s “Joan of Arc”

Now the flames they followed Joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I’ve watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, I’m fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.

Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?


.. okay.. signing out for now.. (need to tend to my late afternoon’s.. um.. devotions)..
Sweet Sister Violet (flower)..

.. edit.. just passing through, and made some very minor tweaks.. (devoted, writerly nuns do that sometimes)..

[Violet]

.. I decided to take that last post I wrote back to santa's workshop for a while.. I am so tired, I can't even tell if it makes any sense or not.. so.. just thought I'd make a note of it..

v. x.

[Harry S]

some years ago there was a guy here called Michael who did parodies of Leonard's songs as he had no creative originality in his bones. but his drug version of Joan of Arc, although it demands a bit of local knowledge of the Brit scene, deserves a re-run so here it is. I wonder where the Geezer is these days, let's hope he is well (stoned) (or hung) (or just well)

Now the cops they followed Joan of Arc
as she went tripping through the park
she tried to keep her joint alight
she planned to have a very smoky night

She said "I'm tired of this score,
I want the kind of grass I had before
Lebanese Black or something white
to satisfy my swollen appetite"

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you tripping every day
and something in me yearns to sin
and share your old but wholesome heroin.
"And who are you?", she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke,
"Why, I'm your dealer", he replied
"And I love your attitude, I love your side".

"Then fire, this joint is getting cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold"
saying this she climbed inside
and gradually her drugs became all fried.
And deep into his fiery trip
he lost the rest of his reality grip
and high above the wedding guests
he floated by in her lovely wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the Angel Dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
he'd take it all, oh yes he would.
I saw her front, I saw her back
(I saw her kiss Jack Lazariuk)
I saw her hide a lump of crack.
Myself, I long for speed and coke,
but must I fool, and oh, must I joke?




ps Michael once explained to me the meaning of the alternative line, "I saw her kiss Jack Lazariuk". Apparently in the 17th Century in Ireland, at the time of the potato famines and the Great Lawn-Mower Incident, kids used to run around in the streets pushing each other in front of cars and shouting "you're Jack Lazariuk, you're Jack Lazariuk". The first one to respond "I'd rather be a potato than be Jack Lazariuk" was declared the winner before being pushed more firmly under the wheels of the nearest horse-drawn carriage. However, as few horses could even sketch, let alone draw, this rarely brought the game to an end. Indeed, it continues to this very day and is performed most Wednesdays in Parliament. A further little snippet of information,is that the part-time professional troll, Geoffrey, sometimes posts here under the very name "Jack Lazariuk".

[Violet]

some years ago there was a guy here called Michael who did parodies of Leonard's songs as he had no creative originality in his bones. but his drug version of Joan of Arc, although it demands a bit of local knowledge of the Brit scene, deserves a re-run so here it is. I wonder where the Geezer is these days, let's (hope he is well (stoned) (or hung) (or just well)

Now the cops they followed Joan of Arc
as she went tripping through the park
she tried to keep her joint alight
she planned to have a very smoky night

She said "I'm tired of this score,
I want the kind of grass I had before
Lebanese Black or something white
to satisfy my swollen appetite"

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you tripping every day
and something in me yearns to sin
and share your old but wholesome heroin.
"And who are you?", she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke,
"Why, I'm your dealer", he replied
"And I love your attitude, I love your side".

"Then fire, this joint is getting cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold"
saying this she climbed inside
and gradually her drugs became all fried.
And deep into his fiery trip
he lost the rest of his reality grip
and high above the wedding guests
he floated by in her lovely wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the Angel Dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
he'd take it all, oh yes he would.
I saw her front, I saw her back
(I saw her kiss Jack Lazariuk)
I saw her hide a lump of crack.
Myself, I long for speed and coke,
but must I fool, and oh, must I joke?




ps Michael once explained to me the meaning of the alternative line, "I saw her kiss Jack Lazariuk". Apparently in the 17th Century in Ireland, at the time of the potato famines and the Great Lawn-Mower Incident, kids used to run around in the streets pushing each other in front of cars and shouting "you're Jack Lazariuk, you're Jack Lazariuk". The first one to respond "I'd rather be a potato than be Jack Lazariuk" was declared the winner before being pushed more firmly under the wheels of the nearest horse-drawn carriage. However, as few horses could even sketch, let alone draw, this rarely brought the game to an end. Indeed, it continues to this very day and is performed most Wednesdays in Parliament. A further little snippet of information,is that the part-time professional troll, Geoffrey, sometimes posts here under the very name "Jack Lazariuk".

.. Harry, I hope you -- and Michael, wherever he is -- don't mind too much my coloring habits. (I'm just childish.) I like the wedding dress hallucination.. (so unfair for the bride, though).. and the last two purple lines also convey something just so very unfair to me.. I mean, that one would constantly have to come up with new joke material just to keep one's supply from drying up.. I can't imagine having to do that.. I have a problem keeping up some good yuks even without a habit to satisfy.. Although, come to think of it (given that Ken Russell "Devils" clip), I'd say my nunly habit has already been satisfied.. [very].. Oh, and as to Parliament, there have been rumors on this side of the pond, as it were.. surprisingly accurate ones, except that we were led to believe that the carriages were painted by the horses, and not even drawn first.. So, anyway, nothing terribly new on that front.. well, except for the surprising revelation that the American illiterati can still be quite attentive if you hit it with just the right horse sense.


.. by the way, I don't think you needed to put in bold [as well as underline!] Michael's, um, alleged "endowments," let's call it.. (just a bit shabby, methinks)..

.. much later edit.. just passing through here today, and thought I'd remove some of my ( )'s.. talk about habits, I do get so carried away with them, don't I?..

[Gerry]

Hi Violet, I remember seeing Ken Russels 'The Devils' many years ago and was fascinated and excited by it and your little clip from u tube brought some memories back. I loved your warning in red and your sensuous little tale below it.
Leonard's ' Joan of Arc ' is one of his greatest songs and i hope he performs it on this part of the tour. The lyrics are incredible and gorgeous and seem to make her come alive.

[Violet]

Hi Gerry.. welcome to the "back room" of the forum.. you are very brave..

.. if you like my sensuous side.. please check out Colonial Suicide.. especially later on.. (once I discover youtube).. it really gets going at that point..

.. now, are you from the northernmost regions of that emerald isle, where my darkish-dankish Georges is from? (that will make more sense once you start reading C.S.).. or are you from Ireland proper? (don't know if you call that the Republic of)..

... anyway, glad Ken Russell is a welcome addition here, at least to one passer by.. (as you might have noticed, I had my doubts).. As for its local reception.. his Lordship's idea of a love affair is to completely (and elaborately) ignore me.. a technique he has perfected over the years.. and yet.. I do know that [in our secret lives] we are wed in the most profound of ways.. almost the way Fire is wed to Wood in that ecstatic province known as Joan of Arc.. (yes, it's that hot and smoldering).. (just as the K.R. sequence indicated).. (oh, and as per the J of A music video thingy too) (obviously)..

.. anyway, hope you'll stick around.. we need some "normal" people in these parts, or it just gets too confusing..

.. wow, a big rain storm just hit, Gerry.. need to head for cover,
v i o l e t -- uh, Sweet Sister Violet Flower..

[Violet]

.. Now, the Sisters of Mercy.. have their garden. And in it they have, well, figs (as it happens). Now, sometimes an observant, well, observer (of the opposite sex, I mean) comes along who has some wisdom to offer us as to a fruit's unique properties. Now since, as Gerry has suggested, there is something of a sensual theme going on here.. I guess our devotions might well be dedicated to such as is befitting of.. well.. our figs, as it were.. (gee, and I thought avocados were a challenge)..

.. so, in the name of figs.. God.. women (God’s replacement, apparently) (oh, and provider of the "figs," so to speak).. oh, and also in the name of love.. I thought we should maybe pay some attention for a moment..

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

.. (obviously this man who is so very knowledgeable in the fig department must be his Lordship in just another of his many guises.. maybe he thinks he’ll really get to me with this one).. (he is so very cruel sometimes.. and yet I yearn for my own disfigurement, as it were) (by the way, love and sex make absolutely no sense, and if you haven’t figured that out yet.. well)..

.. and yet.. "I want to sit with my beloved in a field.. with daisies growing all around us".. (this is starting to sound a bit like me, in fact).. (you know, I do believe he's beginning to break me down)..


(sweet) Sister Violet Flower.. (go figure)..