Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I like your story, mousey.1... it sounds right.

you mention of Hepburn & Tracy had me recalling a poem I wrote quite awhile back...

Bogart n Bacall

- red
- warm
- moist
sounds dripping
from the speakers

rolling tears
- of joy
- of beauty
- of passion
soul baring
voice mimicking
loneliness while
music accompanies
heartbeats in rhyme

dance close
dance closer
dance as one
- embracing
- holding each
- valuable treasure
- serendipitously found

melding into the sound
taking off to places
- maybe tangiers
- maybe paris
- maybe kyoto
- or even maui

don’t drink the water
have some more wine
- i'll be bogart
- you be bacall
- sam will play it
- one more time

I wish there was a twelve step program for studio eight.
Good morning mousey1
I was thinking about hell this morning
and I thought about mousey1's heaven.

The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art—To save—
Through Skill obtained in Themselves—
The Science of the Grave

No Man can understand
But He that hath endured
The Dissolution—in Himself—
That Man—be qualified

To qualify Despair
To Those who failing new—
Mistake Defeat for Death—Each time—
Till acclimated—to—

Emily Dickinson

A peachy Monday morning reading Final Harvest (poems selected)

Reminded me of my old cyber pal

"Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the rat"
...
"Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day."

Trying to get Narcissus to wash the sleep from his eyes instead of admiring his reflection.
Can't help wondering how I have managed to live this long
Getting Echo-istic in my golden years.

mousey, miss your presence...
August is a harsh month, I hope you're surviving it and finding good morsel. I wish I had a poem to bring in.

Hello Hello. Thanks for missing me. I don't know why I do this, drop
off the face of the studioeight planet, spiraling spiraling out of sight
and then plop I'm back again.

I haven't been writing much. Nor really reading much.
Except for the odd book.
It's been a lovely summer, but oh how it flies the coop
without a backward glance. And now
the Fall begins.

As for the morseling? It's been pretty good,
and your presence is poem enough.

A mousey has discovered our lair! Let's be festive and light, a party tonight!
I'm happy you've discovered us, cheers, cheers to one good mouse.

Speaking of odd reads
I been reading again
been years and tears of years since I been able to read like I useta.

Thanks for making a presence
Nice poetic reasoning there I think.

passing thoughts>>>>>
You know I should really use more emoticons,

I had a line on a GO somewhere, I think it is the current summer transition jam.

Any way my line was
"Got dam poets" I should have used a very large winky
<<<<<<

me and the dame been chewing the cud
I won't make that mistake again mouseyone
You are my dearest sister

after Doreen
and Judih
and the dame
and Panta Rhei
and Arcadia
Hester
?
did I forget anyone?
yes
Abstroint

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As I was saying about odd reads before I was interrupted by my wandering mind

Oh yeah Odd Reads
Flannery O'Connor
Revelation

I should not give my sisters invidious honors.

and I forgot about a dozen more.

Speaking of sisters
and here we are
a portrait of a family,
I wish I did more for.

Missing you.

I enjoy chewing the cud with sisters
small talk is so informative
I dream about chit chatting with Gertrude Stein in my blue feminist heaven.

What I noticed is just how bitchy women can be too each other.

G d help the man that falls into that trap
Unless he is Solomon I guess

The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds. — R.D.L.

Wylie Shambles has an interesting tag line.

What I have noticed is how men unconsciously posture for women. Showing their longing and hatred for women at the same time. The worse ones are those that see themselves as innocent little pixies who seem to have no idea how vicious their obsidian words cut.

Hatred of womankind
because a woman is a woman
and they can't forget when a woman owned their ass.
the worse kind of pussy whipped

oh lordy protect us from ghoulies and pricks that go bump

sorry for the ramble just saying howdy and chewing the cud about the recent doings on studio eight.

I hate to think about life after studio eight
I have so much fun here.

Always welcome
always welcome we
here chewing cuds
or not...we ramble on
in friendly banter or the serious thought
Studio Eight welcomes all come in
come in and set awhile
whiling away the moments
of this quickly passing life.

High five, still t, High five.
High five, all, who pass by
and drop into the mousey dive for a while.

Old reads read again
Cannery Row
love the book old paperback falling apart I got to save the cover of art before it falls away and is lost

Cat's Craddle
Just to keep my faith
I read jimboloco say in a haiku
Jesus is not god

whois to say I wondered

happy chocalte easter bunny day amiga