Suck in marvel,
whee the gusto,
fluttering fullfillment,
baptism.
Lose the cloak,
unbutton your shirt,
heave a ho,
bellyflop.
Savor satisfaction,
relax erotic,
shudder with pleasure,
utopianize.
Whee the gusto
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Whee the gusto
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
Re: Whee the gusto
"Utopianize"...a new verb? I love it. What, like "to idealize" in a practical sense? To work for it?hester_prynne wrote:Suck in
Lose the cloak,
unbutton your shirt,
shudder
utopianize.
Christianity's "Great Commission" is usually translated "Go make disciples of all nations...." The literal translation from the original Greek: "Go 'disciple-ize' all nations...." How might that change pervasive patriarchal crusader mentality?
Utopianize...I might play with that one. Thanks! (But I'll do so fully cloaked and buttoned...it's been a rough half a year and I'm still up 50+ lbs...it's either suck in or shudder...and not in relaxing ways.)
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
The word of the season: Utopianize—
a verb where responsible duty belies
that we’re peaceful enough
if we temper the roughness
of painful injustice
by closing our dreamy utopian eyes
to visage ideals
while practical wheels
of Me-First arise
till Utopia dies.
a verb where responsible duty belies
that we’re peaceful enough
if we temper the roughness
of painful injustice
by closing our dreamy utopian eyes
to visage ideals
while practical wheels
of Me-First arise
till Utopia dies.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
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Energize. Good call.
Her name was Sue, but Grandma called her Bunny—Grandma said America filled her Sue-quota in the court system, but America could never have too many bunnies because bunnies don't hurt anything...they just eat the grass and poop a lot. Bunny's mother (who called her daughter Sue) insisted that bunnies are not cute. "If we call them rabbits and talk about them gnawing the wires of the cars parked out back, they're not so fluffy-special any more are they, Mother?" That's what Sue-Bunny's mom was always asking Grandma; Grandma never answered.
When Grandma got fed up with Mother, she'd just say, "Hey Bunny, let's go for some soft-serve ice cream and I'll tell you about America. I'll tell you all about her." Grandma always called places She or Her—she told Bunny it was because she'd only ever been a woman (except for when she was a girl) and all her friends in life were other women (or girls, like her childhood friends in school, or Bunny these days).
Bunny asked if Grandma wasn't friends with her daddy. Grandma said, "I wasn't friends with my father because I never met him. My mother, with whom I was very close friends, taught me that I should love the land and be proud of the land...she told me the land is so special that some people die for it. And my mother told me that when I was very small, my father died for the land because he loved it so much and he wanted it to be there for me to love it too."
Grandma said her mother died for America too because, after Father was already dead from fighting for America, Grandma's mother was sad and no one would let her work because women were supposed to take care of their kids, not work (Grandma said that that was stupid, though, because her mother wanted to work so she could take care of her kids...and stupid even besides that because a woman can do anything anyhow. Then Grandma told Bunny to be president, just like Hillary, but only if she wants to be that. That was also why Grandma decided to have all her friends be women friends: so she could prove to the world that she could have a full life with women. She did have a man friend once (she said he was the kind of man you had to love even if you don't want to because he was good, but he died for America too....)).
Grandma explained that when she went to Sunday School, she learned that Jesus said there was no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friend...and since Grandma's father was willing to die for the land, they must have been very special friends—and if the land was good enough to be friends with her father and mother, then it was good enough to be friends with Grandma. That's why Grandma made friends with the land and called it She or Her.
Then Grandma would start to tell Bunny stories about the land...about how, as Grandma got bigger, she learned that the land wasn't just land, it was a country—full of people and ideas. Grandma said she liked that idea, so she stayed friends with the land-country. Sometimes, though, Grandma told sad stories about the land. Grandma said, "Sometimes she was a bully, Bunny. Sometimes she got up on a high horse, which happens to countries sometimes, and as a country she was downright mean to my other friends. She sent them or their families away to fight for her. Sometimes she stopped being friends with people if they had a disagreement and said they were 'unpatriotic' and then she snooped around their library records and listened in on their phone calls. Not always, but sometimes, Bunny, she could be a real bitch." Bunny liked Grandma's stories while they ate soft-serve ice cream.
One day, Bunny asked her mother what a bitch is. Bunny's mother wanted to say that Grandma is a bitch sometimes, but instead she said matter-of-factly, "Sue, a bitch is a female dog." That made sense to Bunny because Grandma always sounded angry when she called America a bitch...and Grandma also sounded angry any time she talked about her neighbor’s miniature schnauzer, Starry-lu-lu. Grandma said, "I used to have lots of bunnies in my yard...but not since Starry-lu-lu...damn dog eats 'em I bet." If bitches hurt bunnies, and if Grandma likes bunnies so much that she calls Sue Bunny instead of Sue, then a girl-bitch-dog must not be a good thing to be; Bunny was upset that America would be a bitch because she was afraid America might hurt her or eat her up.
One day while Bunny and Grandma were eating soft-serve ice cream, Grandma announced: "I have decided not to be friends with America anymore." Bunny was shocked, but Grandma continued, "I'm going to be friends with Utopia now." Bunny asked who Utopia is, and Grandma said Utopia was just a new name for the same old land-and-people of America. "Just like I call you Bunny to give you a happier name than 'Sue'," Grandma said, "I need to call America something happier so I can believe she'll quit her bitchin' one of these days and be a good friend again. So I'm gonna call her Utopia because that's a pretty name for a land where friendship is for real. America isn't really a utopia, Bunny," Grandma clarified, "but sometimes you have to make-pretend to get by in life until something better takes over." Bunny asked Grandma when or how or if something better would ever take over. Grandma looked up from her soft-serve ice cream (it was in a root beer float that day) and pointed all around them and said, "There she is, kid. Go energize 'er, Bunny."
Her name was Sue, but Grandma called her Bunny—Grandma said America filled her Sue-quota in the court system, but America could never have too many bunnies because bunnies don't hurt anything...they just eat the grass and poop a lot. Bunny's mother (who called her daughter Sue) insisted that bunnies are not cute. "If we call them rabbits and talk about them gnawing the wires of the cars parked out back, they're not so fluffy-special any more are they, Mother?" That's what Sue-Bunny's mom was always asking Grandma; Grandma never answered.
When Grandma got fed up with Mother, she'd just say, "Hey Bunny, let's go for some soft-serve ice cream and I'll tell you about America. I'll tell you all about her." Grandma always called places She or Her—she told Bunny it was because she'd only ever been a woman (except for when she was a girl) and all her friends in life were other women (or girls, like her childhood friends in school, or Bunny these days).
Bunny asked if Grandma wasn't friends with her daddy. Grandma said, "I wasn't friends with my father because I never met him. My mother, with whom I was very close friends, taught me that I should love the land and be proud of the land...she told me the land is so special that some people die for it. And my mother told me that when I was very small, my father died for the land because he loved it so much and he wanted it to be there for me to love it too."
Grandma said her mother died for America too because, after Father was already dead from fighting for America, Grandma's mother was sad and no one would let her work because women were supposed to take care of their kids, not work (Grandma said that that was stupid, though, because her mother wanted to work so she could take care of her kids...and stupid even besides that because a woman can do anything anyhow. Then Grandma told Bunny to be president, just like Hillary, but only if she wants to be that. That was also why Grandma decided to have all her friends be women friends: so she could prove to the world that she could have a full life with women. She did have a man friend once (she said he was the kind of man you had to love even if you don't want to because he was good, but he died for America too....)).
Grandma explained that when she went to Sunday School, she learned that Jesus said there was no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friend...and since Grandma's father was willing to die for the land, they must have been very special friends—and if the land was good enough to be friends with her father and mother, then it was good enough to be friends with Grandma. That's why Grandma made friends with the land and called it She or Her.
Then Grandma would start to tell Bunny stories about the land...about how, as Grandma got bigger, she learned that the land wasn't just land, it was a country—full of people and ideas. Grandma said she liked that idea, so she stayed friends with the land-country. Sometimes, though, Grandma told sad stories about the land. Grandma said, "Sometimes she was a bully, Bunny. Sometimes she got up on a high horse, which happens to countries sometimes, and as a country she was downright mean to my other friends. She sent them or their families away to fight for her. Sometimes she stopped being friends with people if they had a disagreement and said they were 'unpatriotic' and then she snooped around their library records and listened in on their phone calls. Not always, but sometimes, Bunny, she could be a real bitch." Bunny liked Grandma's stories while they ate soft-serve ice cream.
One day, Bunny asked her mother what a bitch is. Bunny's mother wanted to say that Grandma is a bitch sometimes, but instead she said matter-of-factly, "Sue, a bitch is a female dog." That made sense to Bunny because Grandma always sounded angry when she called America a bitch...and Grandma also sounded angry any time she talked about her neighbor’s miniature schnauzer, Starry-lu-lu. Grandma said, "I used to have lots of bunnies in my yard...but not since Starry-lu-lu...damn dog eats 'em I bet." If bitches hurt bunnies, and if Grandma likes bunnies so much that she calls Sue Bunny instead of Sue, then a girl-bitch-dog must not be a good thing to be; Bunny was upset that America would be a bitch because she was afraid America might hurt her or eat her up.
One day while Bunny and Grandma were eating soft-serve ice cream, Grandma announced: "I have decided not to be friends with America anymore." Bunny was shocked, but Grandma continued, "I'm going to be friends with Utopia now." Bunny asked who Utopia is, and Grandma said Utopia was just a new name for the same old land-and-people of America. "Just like I call you Bunny to give you a happier name than 'Sue'," Grandma said, "I need to call America something happier so I can believe she'll quit her bitchin' one of these days and be a good friend again. So I'm gonna call her Utopia because that's a pretty name for a land where friendship is for real. America isn't really a utopia, Bunny," Grandma clarified, "but sometimes you have to make-pretend to get by in life until something better takes over." Bunny asked Grandma when or how or if something better would ever take over. Grandma looked up from her soft-serve ice cream (it was in a root beer float that day) and pointed all around them and said, "There she is, kid. Go energize 'er, Bunny."
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HA!
I loved it!
I really did......
except for one thing. When grandma bunny says that the land sent people away to fight for her, I disagree. I think she, (the land), protests overindulgence and violence.....
It's only man that fights for greed and vanity.
This was a grand read Joel....
H
I loved it!
I really did......
except for one thing. When grandma bunny says that the land sent people away to fight for her, I disagree. I think she, (the land), protests overindulgence and violence.....
It's only man that fights for greed and vanity.
This was a grand read Joel....
H
"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
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Interesting writing, as per usual, Hes.
Unlike so many countless dilettantes at e-poesy.com (even ones who really, really want to be Bukowskis), you realize that authentic poesy has to do with creative and innovative vocabulary and syntax (though without being too "artsy" or mystical), as well as interesting themes.
Unlike so many countless dilettantes at e-poesy.com (even ones who really, really want to be Bukowskis), you realize that authentic poesy has to do with creative and innovative vocabulary and syntax (though without being too "artsy" or mystical), as well as interesting themes.
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