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Strolling in the Rain

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 2:08 pm
by beat_fan
<pre>
Hardened tears:
A stiff sidewalk,
Stained
With the memories
Of sad pedestrians.
We walk
In silence.
</pre>

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 4:40 pm
by e_dog
i like this.

simple and elegant.

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 4:44 pm
by STUPID BOB
e_dog wrote:i like this.

simple and elegant.
And lots of images conjured for such a short piece.

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 5:15 pm
by perezoso
Yeah, and if you think anything that starts with "tears" is a poem, I got some beachfront property in Denver for sale.....

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 5:27 pm
by STUPID BOB
perezoso wrote:Yeah, and if you think anything that starts with "tears" is a poem, I got some beachfront property in Denver for sale.....
Get your own line sloth breath. I was here first with my invisible bridge between Dallas and Fort Worth. The poem started with "Hardened," blind brother -- like the transparent steel I used to build the bridge.

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 5:33 pm
by perezoso
Okie, you wouldn't know poesy--whether metonym or metaphor, simile or soliliquy-- if it was shoved up yr mommys cheap ass

:twisted: :D :) :P :twisted: :twisted: :lol:

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 6:46 pm
by STUPID BOB
perezoso wrote:Okie, you wouldn't know poesy--whether metonym or metaphor, simile or soliliquy-- if it was shoved up yr mommys cheap ass
Now ya gone an' dune it. Callin' me an Okie. That proves beyond the shadow of a doubt you don't know what an ass is. I live in Baja Oklahoma lazyboy. Get a map and learn something. Or, perhaps you meant "Okie" as a colloquialism for "OK"?

As for my mommy, she's not here to paddle your hairy ass, so your epithet is wasted. I sure as hell ain't gonna do it. You wouldn't catch me within 50 feet of the ass you display.

Ok. Let's go somewhere and speak about things that really matter then, shall we? I need feedback on the Lagrangian Points as a metaphor pertaining to an orchestral idea of mine that involves duple meter (go figure) and a sincere look into the dividing line between the Quantum Level and the Relative Level for an interspersed interlude that will emulate the "Anyone who says they understand Quantum Physics doesn't really understand Quantum Physics" state of mind.

This type of mental interrogatory may well be beyond your ken, but I believe you have something to offer that might work. When I spoke to Green and Schwartz about this stuff in the 70's, they had enough to say to me to help with a starting point for this project even today, so I'm sure you'll be able to help me now. We'll need to avoid the obvious of course, but you already knew that didn't you?

Please don't begin with formulaic progressions. Gamma and I are old, old friends. This is a probable starting point for the project as it is so don't waste our time going over old ground unless you have a really good viewpoint. I did consider starting with a Newtonian era style and discarded it in favor of a memory of Cauchy. The original string body thesis is quite a treat and deserves a look. So, I've used it in the most criminal fashion, deriving a melody from it for the Relative and a sub rosa contrapuntal structure to equate the melody with the Quantum. This is a subtle balancing act that will require great finesse. It will have to be a legitimate equation itself to pass muster. I'm thinking of using the cello's to introduce the primary basis equation in a homotopic fashion. We'll need to incorporate branes and K-theory allusions at the end just to keep up. Nonsupersymetric D-brane states and other spacetime thoughts allowed -- I'm thinking zero eigenvalues thrown in here for ein musikalischer spass. You take it from there with the reminder that the theory sits on both sides of the fence. It isn't something we can prove with today's technology. Most philosophers haven't caught on to it yet as something that is dear to their hearts and I want to press this point home in the piece.

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 7:06 pm
by e_dog
any poem that ENDS in tears is a good one. . .

anyway,

S-Bob, although you didn't ask my assistance, i think i can help.

i think what you need is a replicating module simulating the Large Glass, replete with love gasoline, caustic vapours, shattered crystals, melting ice, and hot cares. i believe Goethe said it best, when he said "Ask Dante." you should consider whether Body-minus and the coup de gras will be compatible in a stream of low pressure. undercurrents of madness may help, but they may get in the way, as well.

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 7:15 pm
by STUPID BOB
e_dog wrote:any poem that ENDS in tears is a good one. . .

anyway,

S-Bob, although you didn't ask my assistance, i think i can help.

i think what you need is a replicating module simulating the Large Glass, replete with love gasoline, caustic vapours, shattered crystals, melting ice, and hot cares. i believe Goethe said it best, when he said "Ask Dante." you should consider whether Body-minus and the coup de gras will be compatible in a stream of low pressure. undercurrents of madness may help, but they may get in the way, as well.
:lol: Your thoughts, though appreciated, aren't quite in the realm I'm looking into but you might just bull your way into a party with them. (Looking at my party calendar -- see Announcements Forum). Perhaps if you're inKleined, you'll persue some other line of reasoning that I might include and credit. Still :lol:

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, 9:04 pm
by beat_fan
Quick question for perezoso: if poetry died in 1917, why dop you even bother reading the ones on this baord. It seems that you pre-set dislike for the work of anybody living.
Thanks, Stupid_Bob, and e_dog for the compliments.
btw, perezoso, as for the critique of its standing as poetry, you probably wouldn,t think it was, becauase I was trying to craft an Asian feel with slightly less grounded feel. Kind of lyrical Li Po, if you will.

Posted: December 23rd, 2004, 8:30 am
by jimboloco
perezozo poco loco
stupid bob like to hob nob
beat fan hit the fan

poignant prayers for
qualities inherently already yours.