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Give generously
Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:56 pm
by Geoffrey
. I wish to openly confess
. that the reason I wrote
. this was to get my
. own back
. on all of
. you out
. there
. who
. had
. never
. wittingly
. given anything
. of value to anyone
. until now. Thank you
. for your precious time.
. Geoffrey
Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 8:30 pm
by lizzytysh
Hi Geoffrey ~
Before I give, I must ask whether this is a colloquial expression, as I'm having difficulty discerning its meaning. Thanks in advance.
. this was to get my
. own back
. on all of
. you
Meanwhile, I can say that the form and presentation you created here is very, pardon my redundancy, creative
.
~ Lizzy
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 12:18 am
by mickey_one
The Longer Version
I wish to openly confess
That Geoffers looks better in a dress
Its only his libido
That requires a tuxedo
The Shorter Version
Geoffers calculates more fucks
if he dresses in a tux
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:05 am
by Geoffrey
strangers come from everywhere
purposely to rob me of their friendship
with all the speed of blades in flight
they flock to disown me
i sew them together in a vast uniform
and give them a common cause
they take their brotherhood
and make clones of each other
but I take the credit
of binding them all together
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:25 am
by Byron
So....would that be 'much binding in the marsh' ????
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:40 am
by mickey_one
Geoffrey wrote:strangers come from everywhere
purposely to rob me of their friendship
with all the speed of blades in flight
they flock to disown me
i sew them together in a vast uniform
and give them a common cause
they take their brotherhood
and make clones of each other
but I take the credit
of binding them all together
aaaahhh!
first stanza is gibberish . this gathering of strangers is hardly likely to meet "accidentally to rob me of their friendship". is thier coming purposely or their robbing purposely? I think we should be told.
second stanza "blades in flight"! yuk! and speedy things don't really flock (apart from sheep on amphetamins I suppose)
third stanza I like the "I sew them" dominating image!
fourth stanza about taking brotherhood and making clones- double yuk. or is it a subtle reference to Dolly the Sheep (yours is a baaad poem)
last stanza- what credit is there for forming a gang of villains
Byron, you must mean "Mush binding in March"
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:42 am
by mickey_one
mickey_one wrote:Geoffrey wrote:strangers come from everywhere
purposely to rob me of their friendship
with all the speed of blades in flight
they flock to disown me
i sew them together in a vast uniform
and give them a common cause
they take their brotherhood
and make clones of each other
but I take the credit
of binding them all together
ahhhhhhhhhhh!
first stanza is gibberish . this gathering of strangers is hardly likely to meet "accidentally to rob me of their friendship". but wait, is their coming purposely or their robbing purposely? I think we should be told.
second stanza "blades in flight"! yuk! and speedy things don't really flock (apart from sheep on amphetamines maybe)
third stanza I like the "I sew them" dominating image!
fourth stanza about taking brotherhood and making clones- double yuk. or is it a subtle reference to Dolly the Sheep (yours is a baaad poem) ?
last stanza- what credit is there for forming a gang of villains
Byron, you must mean "Mush binding in March"
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:46 am
by Byron
Byron, you must mean "Mush binding in March"
I'll bow to your superior knowledge. It's beyond my ken!
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:59 am
by Geoffrey
Lizzytysh enquired:
>I must ask whether this is a colloquial expression, as I'm having difficulty discerning its meaning.
Our children do not inherit the earth from us, it is we who borrow it from them. As Leonard wrote in 'The Butcher': Lead on my son, it is your world! Here there is difficulty discerning fact from fiction. A long time ago I did some of those 'astral voyage' journeys - you know those 'out-of-the-body' Eckankar-type trips - and I actually (purely coincidentally) bumped into him, although I doubt that he remembers it today. He said to me: "Our hope lies in the distant seed." I was sure it must have come from one of his novels, or books of poetry - but I couldn't find it anywhere when subsequenty I searched. I've looked again recently, after he became a grandfather - and still I fail in finding its location. Did I really meet him in a spiritual realm? - Well, I must have done. Because nobody else ever said or wrote that line. And it didn't come from me.
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 2:12 am
by Geoffrey
Dear Mickey & Byron.
Thank you for taking an interest in my work.
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 2:20 am
by ~greg
(I liked your poem G.
the first one.)
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 2:58 am
by lizzytysh
Thanks for your help, Geoffrey.
"Our hope lies in the distant seed."
This sounds like a pronouncement of truth that Leonard would say in the outer realms. It also returns to you in thought at this most relevant time. Not so coincidental.
~ Lizzy
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:54 am
by Andrew McGeever
Byron wrote "it's beyond my ken".
This disturbs me: he must be on the Horne of a dilemma
Andrew.
Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 12:26 pm
by Byron
Without wishing to digress too much in this thread, there was a BBC Radio 4 programme this week about Kenneth Horne. It was this that caused the trigger to use some of his wordages
Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 10:13 am
by ~greg
The more observant of you will have observed
that there is a block of text
gone from that last post of mine in this thread.
Well, I still have it.
And you can purchase it from me,
for a relative pittance, should you
wish to own it in order to blackmail me
with it by threatening to re-post it.
I think I can see why some here might think
my proposition stupid. And it could be,
but nevertheless, according to the law of averages,
since I was stupid enough to post the block
of text in the first place, there has got
to be somebody else here stupid
enough to take me up on the proposition.
I would myself, if only I had the bread.
(That the thing was composed, and then actually posted,
was entirely the fault of Gentleman Jack Daniel's.
The short is I don't drink.
But then I did.)