Alone With a Friend in Albion
In a hula-hoop of joy I envied the swish of your tail,
the finest of furs,
the thickening of paint on the walls
levied with taxes of course,
taxes of closed eyes and supposed howls to the moon,
yes the moon,
a taxidermy of love all balled up in my balls,
those stupid things,
a cascading shadow of promise,...
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In a hula-hoop of joy I envied the swish of your tail,
the finest of furs,
the thickening of paint on the walls
levied with taxes of course,
taxes of closed eyes and supposed howls to the moon,
yes the moon,
a taxidermy of love all balled up in my balls,
those stupid things,
a cascading shadow of promise,...
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triptick:
in a hula hoop of joy. Man you've got some fun phrases up your sleeve.
huck:
man, i LOVE 'Ambulance Blues'! i'm gonna listen to it now now now
Here is a link to the promo shots for the theatre production I am putting on in London early May.
Reader Promo Photos
The play is called Reader and is written by the wonderful Ariel Dorfman who will be flown over from USA during the run of the play (2nd May- 5th May including matinees) for an introduction and Q&A on the final night.
The...
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Reader Promo Photos
The play is called Reader and is written by the wonderful Ariel Dorfman who will be flown over from USA during the run of the play (2nd May- 5th May including matinees) for an introduction and Q&A on the final night.
The...
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blackink:
that looks really interesting. what theatre is it being performed at?
y:
Sounds perfectly mahvelous dahling! 
She carried a red suitcase
as she walked on her tippy toes
to the front door,
the latch slowly unclicked
and silently she sprung away
into the Summer morning.
The crisp air lingered over her wry smile,
self satisfied and unchaste.
It caressed her ruddy cheeks
and clung inside the pockets of her weary eyes.
There she left him sleeping peacefully,
wrapped unawares in their...
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as she walked on her tippy toes
to the front door,
the latch slowly unclicked
and silently she sprung away
into the Summer morning.
The crisp air lingered over her wry smile,
self satisfied and unchaste.
It caressed her ruddy cheeks
and clung inside the pockets of her weary eyes.
There she left him sleeping peacefully,
wrapped unawares in their...
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y:
Blind kids playing football with a giant yellow ball with a bell inside? Damn, that's what I call sport! I would've enjoyed games in high school if they'd included that
I read your words 'my Leo ego took over' as 'my Lego took over'. Scary toy revolt images filled my head
I read your words 'my Leo ego took over' as 'my Lego took over'. Scary toy revolt images filled my head
layka:
really??ownnnn
thanks dear
xoxo
thanks dear
xoxo
A cup of orange tea Mr. Marquis?
The Marquis of the U.S.S.R. was awash with worry,
I'd better be weeping rather than sleeping she said
as the children burned so politely in their bed,
their blessed little fingers holding pinkies,
twenty four tiny deaths,
each one a mistake of course,
still,
there'll be time for crumpets and tea,
maybe some sandwiches and quiche
after all,...
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The Marquis of the U.S.S.R. was awash with worry,
I'd better be weeping rather than sleeping she said
as the children burned so politely in their bed,
their blessed little fingers holding pinkies,
twenty four tiny deaths,
each one a mistake of course,
still,
there'll be time for crumpets and tea,
maybe some sandwiches and quiche
after all,...
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vasilisa:
sounds like a plan. I just like the black widow's views on sex...that an the amazon tradition where a girl can not get married until after her first kill. Yes my dad brought me up this way, I'm sure he's proud in his own special way :s
which story was it where the man was paralysed and lived in a canoe in his living room, I distinctly remember one of your stories about this.
xx
which story was it where the man was paralysed and lived in a canoe in his living room, I distinctly remember one of your stories about this.
xx
vasilisa:
I'm sure you could always have a canoe themed epilogue :s where the hell did that idea come from then? argh....the ginger demons are surrounding whats left of my tender sanity!!!
erm, I believe that the sequence would be kill, mate, feast. the kill is not the mate. One finds the mate after a successful kill (all in the spirit of drink,smoke, fight, fuck
), mates and then devours them. I'm sure this could be twisted into an orgy if many of the adolescents killed at the same time (war of the sexes? would the men then indulge in a little necrophilia to celebrate if they killed?) I like to think that there would be a huge orgy followed by a feast, lots of postcoital jugular taring, that kind of thing
night night! hehehe
xxx
erm, I believe that the sequence would be kill, mate, feast. the kill is not the mate. One finds the mate after a successful kill (all in the spirit of drink,smoke, fight, fuck
), mates and then devours them. I'm sure this could be twisted into an orgy if many of the adolescents killed at the same time (war of the sexes? would the men then indulge in a little necrophilia to celebrate if they killed?) I like to think that there would be a huge orgy followed by a feast, lots of postcoital jugular taring, that kind of thing
night night! hehehe
xxx
[The scene is set, the cadaver is brought to the theatre, the surgeon prowls with murderous intent, scalpels and tongs and syringes in her claws. A band of gypsy musicians, two violas, a cello, and a penny whistle skulk in the blood stained extremities of the room playing discordant ditties, cloaked in ever darkening shadows the patient stirs from death. Each cut of the witches...
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huck:
hmm... all the bands with which i am acquainted are Oxford-based, but they play all over the country. what style are you after? they're all rock/punk/stoner/whatever; go here to my band's page and browse our top friends if you're interested...
i just noticed you're in the Radiohead Junkies group. did i ever tell you about the time i threw a cheeseburger at Thom Yorke's house and shouted "CREEP!"? 
i just noticed you're in the Radiohead Junkies group. did i ever tell you about the time i threw a cheeseburger at Thom Yorke's house and shouted "CREEP!"?
Kiss me,
Let me anticipate it's arrival,
let me mourn it's passing,
Moreover,
let me drink you in when our lips caress for the merest second,
when we brush our kissing tools and I feel the sweet gloss of your saliva in mine.
Let me see the spaces between the shadows, where the light shines in.
Let me see that brevity is tragedy,
tragedy is...
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Let me anticipate it's arrival,
let me mourn it's passing,
Moreover,
let me drink you in when our lips caress for the merest second,
when we brush our kissing tools and I feel the sweet gloss of your saliva in mine.
Let me see the spaces between the shadows, where the light shines in.
Let me see that brevity is tragedy,
tragedy is...
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silveronthetree:
I love this.
I`d point out that you linger on before and after, not on the kiss itself, like it wasn`t really important. Its an intresting thought and another reason you should read the Island. If Brave New World is a negative Utopia, then Island is the opposite.
I`d point out that you linger on before and after, not on the kiss itself, like it wasn`t really important. Its an intresting thought and another reason you should read the Island. If Brave New World is a negative Utopia, then Island is the opposite.
triptick:
I find Vasilisa's comments fascinating because to her it seems as if the kiss may not have happened. To me it certainly did. It was the fleetingness of it that made it special. Always the struggle to capture those favorite moments of physical intimacy. I love the circularity of the second last stanza and how in the end the lost memory is sacrificed with the understanding that it will return on its own. By far this is one of the best poem's I've seen in this group.
A day to wallow and wallow I will.
Wandering the heath...hand in hand I imagine,
cold mist and long winter light,
a perfect glisten and sheen to your eyes,
together under a glass dome.
Sharing memories,
watching defences tumble with your golden hair onto your lap.
The haze of your perfume,
oranges and sandalwood,
musk and roses,
sweet and intoxicating,
separating.
isolating.
Beautiful and ruined,...
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Wandering the heath...hand in hand I imagine,
cold mist and long winter light,
a perfect glisten and sheen to your eyes,
together under a glass dome.
Sharing memories,
watching defences tumble with your golden hair onto your lap.
The haze of your perfume,
oranges and sandalwood,
musk and roses,
sweet and intoxicating,
separating.
isolating.
Beautiful and ruined,...
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huck:
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y:
Lovely poem - silk and steel-esque.
Thanks for the testiclemonial! Hmm, let me see, what shall I say about you.....
Thanks for the testiclemonial! Hmm, let me see, what shall I say about you.....
In the tangled thatch of nakedness
our thorns collide,
reprise,
each succinct rhythm of lotus and locust,
every sweet breathy kiss caught in the vibration of their wings,
the angels I mean,
not the crows on a wire outside my window,
calling and crawing to the emptiness.
Blood soaked cotton wool,
my last memory of you,
in your vulnerable glory,
in your feathers chased by...
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our thorns collide,
reprise,
each succinct rhythm of lotus and locust,
every sweet breathy kiss caught in the vibration of their wings,
the angels I mean,
not the crows on a wire outside my window,
calling and crawing to the emptiness.
Blood soaked cotton wool,
my last memory of you,
in your vulnerable glory,
in your feathers chased by...
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vasilisa:
um, wallowing in the triviality of my emotions? so bored really lots and lots of work this term so none of us has a life...but we do throw killer study parties with squash and cake, fucking hardcore! how are you? hows the film coming along? porno nurse hot? xx
lots and lots of work this term so none of us has a life...but we do throw killer study parties with squash and cake, fucking hardcore! how are you? hows the film coming along? porno nurse hot? xx
vasilisa:
lol thank you! I'm trying to fit a household object into each of my poems now for kicks
had such a fantastic weekend, went to tg on sat night and spent sunday having a 'quiet day' ie, rolled up in my duvet w helen sitting in her blanket listening to bobby dylan and not letting anybody speak at full volume so great to wallow xxxx
had such a fantastic weekend, went to tg on sat night and spent sunday having a 'quiet day' ie, rolled up in my duvet w helen sitting in her blanket listening to bobby dylan and not letting anybody speak at full volume
so great to wallow xxxx
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huck:
thank you sir.
i've seen that vid before... ah yes, on the Vulture Culture myspace? good stuff.
very cool picture of your pa. happy sixtieth to him.
how's life?
i've seen that vid before... ah yes, on the Vulture Culture myspace? good stuff.
very cool picture of your pa. happy sixtieth to him.
how's life?
vasilisa:
where are you? I miss your poetry x
It's a long time since I was here,
empty and full of wine,
contented to never speak a word
or smile back into her eyes.
Did I forget that I never had you
before I had you?
That I'd lived a whole lifetime
before I fell into the sparsity of love?
Meaning I befriended the idea,
tapped into the energy,
bearding daily,
trailing his bent...
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empty and full of wine,
contented to never speak a word
or smile back into her eyes.
Did I forget that I never had you
before I had you?
That I'd lived a whole lifetime
before I fell into the sparsity of love?
Meaning I befriended the idea,
tapped into the energy,
bearding daily,
trailing his bent...
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y:
Thanks for sharing. I didn't know my little mind-wandering would evoke such responses.
I miss my Grandad, but at the same time I don't really feel like he's gone anywhere. Sometimes he feels more 'around' than he did in life.
I only have my two grandmothers now, though one of them is probably about to be put in a home because she just can't see to herself anymore. A home is a last resort and a horrible thing to do to an elderly relative, but you get to the point where it's the only option.
"the toothsome blowjob hum"?
I miss my Grandad, but at the same time I don't really feel like he's gone anywhere. Sometimes he feels more 'around' than he did in life.
I only have my two grandmothers now, though one of them is probably about to be put in a home because she just can't see to herself anymore. A home is a last resort and a horrible thing to do to an elderly relative, but you get to the point where it's the only option.
"the toothsome blowjob hum"?
silveronthetree:
I like that a lot though I`m having a problem with the word Reaper.
Just my 2 cents as they say.
You never answered my question about the film, how did you make it a film with so much of the characters `thought` in there.
Keep well
Just my 2 cents as they say.
You never answered my question about the film, how did you make it a film with so much of the characters `thought` in there.
Keep well
My bed is too narrow.
I chased you on the tails of an ambulance,
a macabre dream furrowed in chance,
petulance,
reticence.
I swaddled you in the hot Summers' down,
each curling fibre a perfume of sound.
our kisses on the cusp of love's sweet brevity,
sharing Winter's chill, it's a good job I thought on to bring some tea!
So sincere we were
as...
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I chased you on the tails of an ambulance,
a macabre dream furrowed in chance,
petulance,
reticence.
I swaddled you in the hot Summers' down,
each curling fibre a perfume of sound.
our kisses on the cusp of love's sweet brevity,
sharing Winter's chill, it's a good job I thought on to bring some tea!
So sincere we were
as...
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huck:
"This struck me like a public speech, a rousing of the masses to rebellion, to open their hearts, I was on my feet ready to pounce after reading it!" = best response ever! the wonderful thing is i would never expect anyone to react in such a way to such a grim poem, but your enthusiasm does make sense! the crucial moment for me is "nobody could want to admit all of the above feels perfectly natural";at the time i was really only expressing the throes of metamorphosis, and that i knew i had to take it in all my stride... anyway, i'll shut up now. thanks dude!
the wonderful thing is i would never expect anyone to react in such a way to such a grim poem, but your enthusiasm does make sense! the crucial moment for me is "nobody could want to admit all of the above feels perfectly natural";at the time i was really only expressing the throes of metamorphosis, and that i knew i had to take it in all my stride... anyway, i'll shut up now. thanks dude!
silveronthetree:
Well we are all very6 different, but many things unite us too.
What would have freud said?
What would have freud said?
I lay down inside the maddened throng,
an orgy of succulent and youthful flesh
turned grey and watery in the pale facade
of an age passing into light.
the hooks of every faux-pas are
the jewels in my crown,
my crowning glory,
the polemic
softened by the succumbing of years on my belief,
so here it is (will be) that I integrate my death,
wilted...
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an orgy of succulent and youthful flesh
turned grey and watery in the pale facade
of an age passing into light.
the hooks of every faux-pas are
the jewels in my crown,
my crowning glory,
the polemic
softened by the succumbing of years on my belief,
so here it is (will be) that I integrate my death,
wilted...
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huck:
ah, that rhyme at the end is just delicious 
the lyric posted on my blog is actually by Creston Spiers; it is the song Pinocchio's Example by his band Harvey Milk. my transcription is an approximation, as he "sings" it in such a slow baritone that it is almost incomprehensible...
the lyric posted on my blog is actually by Creston Spiers; it is the song Pinocchio's Example by his band Harvey Milk. my transcription is an approximation, as he "sings" it in such a slow baritone that it is almost incomprehensible...
vasilisa:
hey how are you? not spoken in a while (completely my fault, I've kinda retreated into myself) how was your nye? x