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Posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:37:01
In reply to what happens to the bad machines?, posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:35:20
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.-plath, "sheep in fog"
Posted by krazy kat on July 2, 2002, at 12:43:27
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
what is this about, dear one? you have nothing to be sorry for. i am sorry i have disappeared of late. please always email if you need/want to.
- kk
Posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:48:04
In reply to Re: I'm sorry.... » kid_A, posted by krazy kat on July 2, 2002, at 12:43:27
i am sorry i have disappeared of late. please always email if you need/want to.
we all disapear for what length, heaven only knows... and to what ends... im having trouble putting words to paper, lest i asail you with my woes... i may indeed, beware... love.
Posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:50:27
In reply to what happens to the bad machines?, posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:35:20
LUCIUS
Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
AARONAy, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,--
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
Posted by susan C on July 2, 2002, at 12:57:12
In reply to Re: I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:15:12
Posted by ctrlalt n del on July 2, 2002, at 14:19:15
In reply to what happens to the bad machines?, posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:35:20
One of my favourite films...midnight xpress..
Kid _A I'm not much use in the advice , support department that's why I'm keeping it 2001 mostly..scared of freaking people ..your poems need no excuse they are gems
dreamer x
Posted by SusanG on July 2, 2002, at 17:05:24
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
Kid, no need at all to apologize. Something in your post worries me, more than my usual concern for you. It seems pointless to ask, "are you ok" since you clearly are not. But there is something intangible, something worrisome about this post. I hate to jump to conclusions so I won't. Please just let me/us know that you are hanging in there. OK?
imsusang at yahoo dot com or drop by chat...just a quick word or two...
Posted by Alii on July 2, 2002, at 17:22:20
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
> just a
> note to
> say
> that i'm
> sorry
> for not
> being more
> communicativeyou appear to be fairly communicative to me but I am of the peanut gallery and beware my rapier sharp wit....oh wait my wit is dulled by my antidepressants so no beware
> for not
> being more
> supportive
> to people
> who need
> it...don't make me pull up post and response of your support over the months and months you've shown yer purdy mug around these here parts
and yer tootin right the above is a threat. bring it on elton john
> right now
> im in a
> place
> where i
> don't know
> how to
> give myself
> advice
> let alone
> anyone elseso stop giving yourself advice. sounds like you're only giving yourself some marginal advice so here's what to do: follow Judith Martin religiously (a.k.a. Miss Manners) or you could pick up a volume of Emily Post. either way once you get lost in wedding ettiquette or shrimp fork vs fish fork your own silly advice seems far less silly and you have blown a few hours on this junk suggested by another poster from that dang ol psb. yep keep reading it gets worse
> so i am
> not much
> use to anyone
> here, i
> try to speak
> through my
> poetry
> and i wonder
> if that
> is even lucid
> enough to
> be understoodnope, we're a bunch of head scratchin apes and just cannot understand anything from the high falootin poetry that spills from your head your heart your soul with the apparent ease of water running downhill. please....give us some credit but also stretch your self and try other ways of reaching out.......we are trying to listen and I know many who want to help in whatever small way they can.
> id just like
> to thank
> everyone here
> that i have
> come into contact
> w/ over the
> course of the
> monts and months
> of being
> here---
> alii (ah-lee-ee)I'd like to thank the academy....the U of C for Doc B and his posse.....Mike D of course!.....need I continue? no? phew.
> beardy, dreamer,
> isom, zo, kiddo
> willow, krazy kat
> our m.i.a trouble
> wendyb, susang
> source, dinah
> ella, cam w, et al
> im sorry if i
> forgot anyone
> i have a
> horrible
> memory....
> so lets
> just
> say
> everyone
> thank
> you
> everyone
> even
> those ive
> anoyed
> in some
> way.
> a pardon
> a thousand
> pardons
> for
> my sins.
>
> "Still cold like the stars
> That's just the way you are
> Still cold like the stars"
> ----mazzy star "still cold"Two things you so up me on.......lit and lyrics.
D'oh.
A Woo hip hoppin it to you from the zoo wearing blue
Posted by Lou Pilder on July 2, 2002, at 21:58:03
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
Kid_A,
The evil that men do live after them. The good is oft interred in their bones.
Lou
Posted by IsoM on July 3, 2002, at 0:47:40
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
Kid, I went to the page you made with Photoshop - the one where Dr. Bob's recent pix have come from. When I saw your picture, it took my breath away & hurt so. There's a look in your eyes *very* much like my youngest son. You & him even look alike. While I dearly love all my sons equally as much, a mom has different feelings of love for each child. My youngest (they're all men now) is the one who's most like me in the emotional side. His depression & feelings of hopelessness are something that I've been unable to help. He lives on his own besides, but he doesn't want me to always be trying to remedy things for him. I know enough to back off & let him decide, but it still hurts.
A mother spends so many years soothing hurts & nursing her children through illness that it's hard to back off & not do anything. Just being with him sometimes & talking & letting him talk without saying anything back is all I can do. That & letting him know how much I love him & how I always will.
I see you & read your posts & it hurts. I want to make things better for you. I want so badly to help but have no idea what to do or say. You touch something deep & tender inside me. Excuse me for saying, but I want to hold you & rock you. It brings all the mother out in me.
Don't ever say you're sorry. How can someone hurting so bad ever say they're sorry. I don't feel 'guilty' not helping you, but I feel so helpless & that's why I'm sorry.
Posted by kid_A on July 3, 2002, at 10:35:17
In reply to I'm the one that's sorry... » kid_A, posted by IsoM on July 3, 2002, at 0:47:40
Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know.Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to my problem.There is an animal inside me,
clutching fast to my heart,
a huge crab.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gasses and the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open and shut books,
brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges.I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams?---anne sexton, "the poet of ignorance"
Posted by Lini on July 3, 2002, at 12:48:24
In reply to I'm sorry...., posted by kid_A on July 2, 2002, at 12:13:33
Kid_A . . .a name I follow around the room, simply to overhear his conversation. Be sorry. Be sorry that the world seems old to some, that poetry sits on shelves, that pedophiles teach children about God, that love is as hard to hold as water. But don't be sorry about being the only you in the universe. How can you apologize for the memories you carry, or the gifts you handout? Be nice to yourself. You help us all.
Posted by Zo on July 5, 2002, at 6:59:48
In reply to Re: I'm sorry...., posted by Lini on July 3, 2002, at 12:48:24
Posted by kid_A on July 5, 2002, at 8:46:12
In reply to Re: Lini, your writing just kills me. . . (nm) » Lini, posted by Zo on July 5, 2002, at 6:59:48
Have you ever been this low?
The taxis take you where you wanna go
Broken windows, endless television shows
I haven't ever been so low
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody homeSo much happening today
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade awayThey draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home
..nobody home---Suede "Have you ever been this low?"
Posted by Zo on July 5, 2002, at 15:46:17
In reply to have you ever been this low?, posted by kid_A on July 5, 2002, at 8:46:12
Posted by kid_A on July 6, 2002, at 13:53:39
In reply to i get so confused when it's not yr poem! ;-) (nm) » kid_A, posted by Zo on July 5, 2002, at 15:46:17
ALMOST ALWAYS
April IWhen was he born?
and what time?
and how?
In blood you say?
The baby will
be dead
by thirty
If not sooner
Toss him out
with the bathwater
Oh, what a hot
summer it's been...
To Shoot through
the sky and
follow, to
Smash each season
trod under foot
It was useless then
it is useless, well,
you understand,
don't you?
April IIThey want to kill me
don't you see?
They're lining up
one by one
They'll show their
colours soon enough
And then who will own me?
Who owns the dead?
The dead own the dead
someone said
That thin love grave
That breathless smile
That blossoming fist,
Better still
the conqueror worms
crawling for
your eyes
A lewd kiss of
Cupid and Psyche, yet
I am not so unlike you
I walk, that is all
My hands are
paper thin, and
they can not touch
they can not touch you
they can not
touch.
April IIISee him crawl?
He's like an animal
He's bitten the moon
in twos
Throes of passion
for the moon,
drooping sad like Mary
Chosen like a horse
stamping mad!
Look at her...
Gaping like that---
unaware of
that life wrapt
round her neck
Behold! The mighty
Albatross!
Behold! The lonely
Sea!
To hold and rock
the eyes
and sting them
shut, Oh
What seduction---
If she's not careful
she'll surely drown
Oh, most surely...
Phlebas, your
soulmate.
April IVOh those were the days,
weren't they---
The Days of Wine and Roses
the dirty days of two
The days of rain and
blackouts
what a team we'dve made
sulfur dreams and
Willow trees
Pray'd on by the
Harpies
Singing with the
dripping of
Each drop, and
The fixed stars
anchored by
a doped up moon
swimming
stupid in the sky
Who thought that
time would not
Stop, Oh
What a soft
explosion of truth
was loosed upon
this Earth
Yes, these are
the days---
What sufferer
did not stop,
What wanderer
did not pause
t'say hello
All along that
swell path,
that rose and
sunlit path of
morning,
It would be
the same
forme.
Posted by beardedlady on July 7, 2002, at 17:59:08
In reply to this one, mine. ALMOST ALWAYS. July 06, 2002., posted by kid_A on July 6, 2002, at 13:53:39
1. Love your poems. They are beauty.
2. I love your poems. They are beauty.
3. Wherever you go, there you are. Always there for me.
4. I gave birth to Mazzy Star's "So Tonight..." CD.
5. Titus was my favorite Shakespeare play and a great movie.
6. After I write my farewell letter to the board, feel free to e-mail me any time!beardy
Posted by Alii on July 8, 2002, at 3:52:51
In reply to this one, mine. ALMOST ALWAYS. July 06, 2002., posted by kid_A on July 6, 2002, at 13:53:39
I can't riff on what you do. Instead I put forth strange missives to you regarding my complete awe at the words you connect together and the format you put them in.
speechless.......but then why am I still typing?
a.
Posted by kid_A on July 8, 2002, at 14:53:43
In reply to KidA--a word or two » kid_A, posted by beardedlady on July 7, 2002, at 17:59:08
your words of praise make me blush, i feel almost like an honest writer...you leaving as well? its becoming a bit of a ghost town around here... i wonder how long i'll last...
mazzy star... i want them to thumb shut my eyes to mazzy star... beautiful in a way thats sad and old at the same time...
titus -was- a good film, and one of my favourite plays as well... though most everyone else in the lit world thinks its a farce and far too debased or peurile...
as for email, I will indeed...!
k_A
...
After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, "Yes."
And I said, merely to myself, "I wish it could be for a different seizure--as with Molly Bloom and her ‘and yes I said yes I will Yes." - Anne Sexton, "the dead heart"
...molly bloom, Joyce's Ulysses... beautiful...
Posted by beardedlady on July 8, 2002, at 15:27:39
In reply to Re: beardy, a word or two in reply... » beardedlady, posted by kid_A on July 8, 2002, at 14:53:43
Of course you are honestly a writer. Of course I am going to leave. I am just figuring how to leave. How to say how disappointed I am. How to say how idiotic it is that someone gets blocked quoting ME. How to say the double standards and the inconsistencies and the unsupportiveness have to stop.
"Thumb shut my eyes"? Is this a phrase you've made up, or is it something they say in other parts? If it's the latter, I'm stealing it for a poem. If it's the former, I may have to kill you and then claim ownership of it for a poem.
"Titus Andronicus" was, I believe, the play performed most in Shakespeare's time. Remember, the audiences back then were low-class peasants, sort of like today (!), and they preferred the "Rocky" type of gory action thriller, sort of like today! Jerry Springer would've done well in that era.
I'm outta here.
beardy
Posted by kid_A on July 8, 2002, at 16:25:34
In reply to in reply to the reply » kid_A, posted by beardedlady on July 8, 2002, at 15:27:39
>How to say how idiotic it is that someone gets blocked quoting ME. How to say the double standards and the inconsistencies and the unsupportiveness have to stop.
I've said so much on the subject it gets lost in all the noise... isnt it a pity...
> "Thumb shut my eyes"? Is this a phrase you've made up, or is it something they say in other parts? If it's the latter, I'm stealing it for a poem. If it's the former, I may have to kill you and then claim ownership of it for a poem.
too late, I've stolen it from Plath, read "The Applicant"... tee hee...
> "Titus Andronicus" was, I believe, the play performed most in Shakespeare's time. Remember, the audiences back then were low-class peasants, sort of like today (!), and they preferred the "Rocky" type of gory action thriller, sort of like today! Jerry Springer would've done well in that era.
I think some think that Christophre Marlowe wrote it... and that it's subject matter was far to violent etc etc to be a work of Shakespeare's... or somesuch... Anywhow, yes yes, As I recall reading about authors like Thomas Kyd, Marlowe etc, the crowds did enjoy just quite those sorts of topics...
im outta(my mind)...
Posted by kid_A on July 10, 2002, at 10:17:46
In reply to in reply to the reply to the reply to the reply » beardedlady, posted by kid_A on July 8, 2002, at 16:25:34
Posted by Dinah on July 10, 2002, at 18:10:50
In reply to thanks 2 EVERYONE who responded...stay golden..... (nm), posted by kid_A on July 10, 2002, at 10:17:46
Are you doing ok, kid a? Some of your recent posts have left me worried. Or am I being too left brained again? :)
Dinah
Posted by kid_A on July 12, 2002, at 12:04:42
In reply to How are you doing? » kid_A, posted by Dinah on July 10, 2002, at 18:10:50
> Are you doing ok, kid a? Some of your recent posts have left me worried. Or am I being too left brained again? :)
>
> Dinah...it's been better, i am right now trying to make it through each day... i've got some assistance in staying alive which is good... I hope that things are doing well with you, we speak far too infrequently....
big things are afoot... the revolution will not be televisised and so forth... are you still on yahoo, if so, contact me at kid_a_in_alphabetland
...still here. love.
Posted by Dinah on July 12, 2002, at 12:21:24
In reply to Re: How are you doing? » Dinah, posted by kid_A on July 12, 2002, at 12:04:42
How mysterious you sound. Now you must let me know what is afoot.
I'm sorry to hear you aren't doing well. But I'm glad you have support.
I tried to email you but got bounced back. :(
And I didn't see you on the members list of Open. My brain is still befuddled from the Effexor debacle, so I might be doing it wrong.Please email me at bullyforyou77 all one word. Still at yahoo.
Dinah
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