A Big Time Poetry Melt THANK you to all!

[Doreen Peri]

Thank you all for participating in the Feb 18th-19th Big Time Poetry Melt Word Jam!

Lightning Rod - Special thanks for spreading the word. Your thoughts will effect me beautifully for generations!
judih - another special thanks for all your work in helping to promote this jam and all of our jams! You are a lyric mistress! Beautiful!

panta rhei - lucid, lovely, tender writing!
WIREMAN - explosive, energetic, wired!
Arcadia - sweet and fine!
stilltrucking - your cool mind's online and we love it!
knip - sail on, brotha! love your contributions!
jimboloco - ramblin' man, you awaken us!
hester prynne - mia lady returns, gracing us with beauty!
e_dog - clever, creative, open lines!
whimsicaldeb - a beautiful gal with a gift!
Glorious Amok - OGloriousOne - i love your thoughts!
barry - a welcome stranger ... we enjoyed you being here!
minfin - great to have you honor us with your words!

And a big welcome to our new members who stopped by to participate!

e-piph[lol] - as always, you are an epiphany of wonder! fine writing, missy!
MatBe - glad you found us! welcome!
Jenni Mansfield Peal - a lovely gift of presence!
heather - the more things change, the more they stay the same.... glad you finally came! - love your thoughts!
moldyB - welcome! come back soon!
Katii - enjoyed your words! happy to have you here!

We thought this Jam was one of our best yet and we hope you all come back and join us again to take part in the next one!

Thank you all for your clarity, your vision, and your interactive word play.... You are all so very talented!

We're open 24/7! Stop by any time! Even when a scheduled Jam isn't on, you can join in the Go! forum for spontaneous writing.

Think of this as a call-in radio show... an ever-changing magazine .... If you have any thoughts about this Jam or the website, please share them! We welcome your comments. This site is about you... it can be whatever you want it to be.

(pardon me, I'm having a mushy melty moment... )

[stilltrucking]

moldyB - welcome! come back soon!

I ain't so much a scared old man as a grouchy old man.

speaking of moldy ideas , I read this bit on a phenomenology page about Husserl , time and music, a little over my head , shit a lot over my head with Greek and Latin words

something like this:

God could not hear music because god exists outside of time,

i hope i catch up to you next time, hopefuly I wont be so grouchy

[judih]

Thanks all for jamming to the sound
thanks to l-rod for the germ of the generational

thanks to doreen for changing the banner to refresh the inner eye

no thanks at all to my internet server who decided to cut me off an hour before the end, and who made me wait interminably before i realized that there'd be no more internet for me.

but thanks to the sweet reality that on this new morning, the net is working so far.

isn't life a scream?!

and thanks to my man for waking me up at five in the morning - mid-dream, mid hope that i could continue dreaming.........ah......

judih
p.s. the 20th is here over here and it looks fine so far.

[Jenni Mansfield Peal]

Thanks to our gracious hostess.
Thanks to you all for it all. Next time I'll plan marathon presence with all comforts and provocations at hand. This has lifted my spirit in unexpected and welcome ways.
Peace to all, JMP

[jimboloco]

yes and thanks to Mr L. Rod
for the seeds,
generational generativitity,

what we be doin

Unumbote gave them seeds of all kinds and said,
go plant them.....


We should have sent them gardening tools,
not bombs....

revelations:
i won't be chosen
i won't be saved
i already got th rapture

still truckin pasted in th last jam,

"I used to be a lemur hidden in the bushes, watching T Rex do his last waltz,

and I was so meek I inherited the earth"

oh Mr Magoo, ye've did it again! on of my faves, as I am now reading thru the whole thing.

[jimboloco]

doreen peri
Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 8:26 pm

I come from a long generation of
sirens and wood nymphs. My sisters
and I decorate the hollows of chestnut trees
with our garments, and when we release
our spirits, our wings become sails.

I come from a long line of bomber pilots
and heady cowgirls,
lady basketball champs
on the prarie

and yet, when I turned,
after playing out my old man's tapes,
incurred the wrath of Soloman,
from my grandmuddah's graves,

"the one good thing I can say about (yer faddah) Jim's early death,
HE NEVER HAD TO KNOW LIKE YOU ARE!"
she said, sad and stupid,
mee too, but now, I know,
and how.

(click th pic)

We sould've sent them gardening tools, Grandma.
I still love ya.
I hardly knew ya, an you were gone.

"The griefs and traumas of childhood follow us around, asking for attention. It is generally accepted in modern psychology that children suffering emotional trauma unconsciously refuse to grow any older until that trauma is resolved.....

A child shouts from the stomach.....an adult jolts the child with a cutting phrase...." (from D Whyte, The Heart Aroused
Fire in the Voice)

But we entered the garden,
left limbo,
out from the real Bardo,
transformed,
to experience the joys of our birthright,
unfolded outward,
at last!