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    The "grim and pompous" comment referred to my own previous post by the way, not anyone's work.

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    Default Grim and Pompous

    Thanks for the clarification - 12PM - I really respect your work and my intentions re: posting the piece were far from grim and pompous - obviously...

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    Deep in Blue Dog's eyes will always lurk the hopes and longings of a melancholy people, but, like the Cajuns, who always trained their eyes on the future, Blue Dog must move forward.
    ~George Rodrigue fr 'Blue Dog Man'

    He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
    ~Oscar Wilde

    From sumthyngness into givyngness unto the given.
    ~fr 'DAR' m.s

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    Let us pray now, Virginia, for the grubbing apothecary,

    The skrileer, the torqued wraith:

    All those who mistake the sinuous green

    Of the live snake for a crown of gems.

    Let us pray now for the sulfured fingers

    We once allowed to pluck the heart’s fresh sprigs.

    Let us pray for the rainless, Lucia,

    The blistered, the fetished, the reckless luckless,

    The mottled, the skewed, the Exxoned, Brigitta,

    The marooning, and the marooned.

    Let us pray for those entangled in their own

    Adhesive extract, twining sins, winding shrouds.


    Mary, April’s not the cruelest month, no.

    And my circus animals never deserted.


    I had a friend. Still have.

    I had leaves.


    Now you.

    But I still have leaves.

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    Actually, Rilke’s wrong.

    The earth desires no translucence.

    You who have governed for so long, pay heed:

    Playing master to man for donks,

    Now your kings are rooks.

    And now I depose them.

    Even squares so black, and so white, which your snailish bishops relished,

    I will wear like casual charms on my wrist,

    Crying:

    What you know of fire

    Weighs nothing!

    Rumi, Nerudo, Will,

    I summon you.

    Marquez, Dostoevsky, Blake,

    I summon you.

    Dee, Twain, Amadeus,

    I summon you.


    Homer, my buckle.

    Francis, my blanket.

    Ariadne, my blade.

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    Quote Originally Posted by 12pm
    The Colonel's secret recipe.
    Exact zero buoyancy equations for carp and swordfish.
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    Are you playing Buried Treasure Game? Because this whole poem sounds custom written for that hunt! Very good stuff.

    What do you guys think, should I inclued exerpts of people's poetry on the chapter markers for the solution book (with their permission of course)?

    I think that'd be a classy touch.

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    Leaves. I leave you here. Alabama
    Here on the lawn where my revenge is clear
    Grass. Lawn party complete with croquet
    A spider's tooth
    A beetle's branch
    A mallet's wrench toward summer frocks, sticky with
    Iced tea and elegant forefingers dipped in honey. Mint julep lust,
    A laugh, a snicker, a pose. Mint leaves
    Tracing your shoulders, a tangy map of you
    Yearning and leaning toward counts and monte cristo sandwiches
    A tree rooted deeply in Casablanca...I make breakfast
    The only thing to do
    A creek runs, a stern rain falls, an ocean yawns
    Your dog licks my feet
    I pour yellow eyes in an iron skillet, shorts and your shirt
    Sticky with splattered bee-stings
    Honey
    Bread and ham, thick with a slab of butter and maple syrup
    Ana at the creek. Tweleve pm. A book of Kafka's shorts.
    Counting. Splitting the wood grains on our porch - a divide breaks up our continental crevasse.
    Dividing the castle
    Fairies purple blue and white
    Scamper, scrambled eggs uneaten.
    You leave.
    I lean toward the leaves, spelling their seemless revenge on a lawn
    Thick with new grass
    I drink my coffee, black and bitter, pour tabasco on my plate.
    Lick my fingers. Split hairs.
    Leave. The rain makes everything so green.
    A mirrored image of myself
    With your shirt still on my back.
    I am not ready to leave.

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    Deep in Blue Dog's eyes will always lurk the hopes and longings of a melancholy people, but, like the Cajuns, who always trained their eyes on the future, Blue Dog must move forward.
    ~George Rodrigue fr 'Blue Dog Man'

    He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
    ~Oscar Wilde

    From sumthyngness into givyngness unto the given.
    ~fr 'DAR' m.s

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    yeah, des, i think it'd be cool to have some poetry in the solution book chapter markers (maybe edited down though to just some lines more specific in att imagery.) so consider this post my permission to use anything of mine I post.

    nope, not playing buried treasure. barely playing with spiderborders anymore. all work, no play, this jack's a little blunt chisel.

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    Default ATT-Etchy Character Sketch

    I looked at Ana before I left...
    Always an angel in the empty bed
    Stuffing chisel in my belt - fondle her glass
    Milk - still empty and sweet with clover mouth,
    'Come on boy,' Pook accompanying me to the door.
    She never stirs. I never look at her again - just know her
    Breathing.

    On the stairwell I see his silhouette - the thieves
    He left. He leaves. He keeps leaving. Robbers.
    I throw acorns in a wooden bowl I was saving to shell.
    I throw them at the Kootenstoopits
    It goes against everything I know to be good
    The Pickensrooters revolt
    They know I am not myself. My heart is a hard knot of gnarled roots
    I tear my shirt, his shirt again, yesterday's breakfast
    An unfinished painting. I become my father, writhing and white, torn.

    Rusful, I laugh and embrace my blight, fester on my loneliness
    Liken the acorns to garnet ants, alone and angry. Unfulfilled
    Ana, I rub my flat, empty stomach and ache for Zac's stories.
    There are no jewels. You left.
    The creatures are bland, you are leaving. Forest dies, you are gone.

    Yorah, by my bones and my lack of honesty
    I am wise and happy yet refuse to help myself and those around me
    With the truth. I am blind. I am old. I am tired and useless. A leaf.
    An acorn. Wisdom on an olive branch. Poor communicator. He left.

    It is so nice to be back under the covers
    The rain, the night, his smell of turpentine
    She smells of flowers and creme and fiction.

    But we left.
    And everything stopped. An acorn starting to drop.
    He wanted it that way.



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    Deep in Blue Dog's eyes will always lurk the hopes and longings of a melancholy people, but, like the Cajuns, who always trained their eyes on the future, Blue Dog must move forward.
    ~George Rodrigue fr 'Blue Dog Man'

    He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
    ~Oscar Wilde

    From sumthyngness into givyngness unto the given.
    ~fr 'DAR' m.s

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    Bronte............ I think that this piece embraces ATT.
    Wonderful!!!!!
    The only token I found was SQUAT!!!
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    Default "He left"

    LucyNymph, when were you writing about in that last piece? Before, during, after....or long-after the story? And who is He? That post really plucked my heartstrings, but I don't understand very well why.

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