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that is a nice picture, moony.
here is a group hug from one of my favourite bands also
here is a group hug from one of my favourite bands also
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tatiana wrote:that is a nice picture, moony.
It's William Blake's Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing...I just recognised the group...Pink Floyd.
That is a most beautiful hug Tatiana. Thank you.
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Stranded Jellyfish wrote:The Panther, translation by Auvi Chakder. It's the only one that doesn't sound jarring to me, because it's the only one that manages to keep to the rhyme scheme and the rhythm of the original - and for me the rhythm is what makes the poem work.
...indeed...
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...thanks for the group hug. it might entice Catherine back. She keeps me on my toes. She keeps my claws sharp. I miss her.
And that's a very fetching avatar you have there Lane.
And that's a very fetching avatar you have there Lane.
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blue moon wrote:And that's a very fetching avatar you have there Lane.
I think it's the bloke who buttonholed Bob Dylan in the course of a '60's interview and, referencing the Highway 61 album sleeve artwork, attempted to "out" him regarding his sexuality.
Why Twoody should choose it as his avatar is anyone's guess.
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blue moon wrote:...thanks for the group hug. it might entice Catherine back. She keeps me on my toes. She keeps my claws sharp. I miss her.
And that's a very fetching avatar you have there Lane.
thanks, Moony - I didn't go anywhere - I wasn't feeling well yesterday (probably cos of the epic wine consumption on Saturday night)
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...I really did miss you. When I reread this thread I had a giggle...I really do sound pompous, and your are quite startlingly poetic.
Hee hee hee....did you see how many views our little bit of wine rant had...the voyeurs just love it
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...and just to purge this one...you called me a wriggling worm and I called you a harpie...we're even, right?
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blue moon wrote:
...I really did miss you. When I reread this thread I had a giggle...I really do sound pompous, and your are quite startlingly poetic.
Hee hee hee....did you see how many views our little bit of wine rant had...the voyeurs just love it
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at first I was way too embarrassed to even open this thread.....I was mortified
SJ said everything was OK, but I still haven't had the nerve to read what I wrote
awful - absolutely awful
it's not unusual for me to get like that after a tipple
but I am so embarrassed and apologetic for writing that shit.....
I'm working backwards - I've got to page 4 (from 6) but I don't have the nerve to read any more at the moment
I haven't read the Harpie stuff - I just read the stuff the morning after - after the air had cleared
we're not even - not nearly - no-one deserves to be bombarded with horrible words and sentiments like that out of the blue as they say
I still have to make amends.....
you're a very good sport to forgive me
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...and I wrote a poem once called vodka tirade (based on true events )...I know how you feel...
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...I mean I really know how you feel.
Nothing to forgive. Now...put on a nice face...have you seen Nash's?...
You are very vulnerable in your unguarded state. Take care eh, and for christ's sake don't dwell...
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I wouldn't call it vulnerable - I'm as strong as an ox...(at least I think I am )...it might seem vulnerable but it usually doesn't give me a jot of concern that lasts longer than 2 days......I'm just myself always.....for good or ill.....I wouldn't say I'm that guarded - I believe in free expression......
I don't dwell on things....(longer than a day or two)......I suppose I ought to really, considering my explosive personality might affect a tender soul for much longer than 2 days.....
thanks for being so nice about it - and I'm glad it didn't cause any hurt......
I need to get an avatar, don't I?
I shall dutifully go look now
bride of Frankenstein, anyone? lol
I don't dwell on things....(longer than a day or two)......I suppose I ought to really, considering my explosive personality might affect a tender soul for much longer than 2 days.....
thanks for being so nice about it - and I'm glad it didn't cause any hurt......
I need to get an avatar, don't I?
I shall dutifully go look now
bride of Frankenstein, anyone? lol
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Oh Cath...I'm tough as nails.
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teh wonderful Leunig - they're obsessed with him in Sydney - at least the upper-middle-class gentry are........
or what goes for the intelligentsia in Sydney.......
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no, don't worry - the thought hadn't crossed my mind - you're down to earth etc
sometimes middle-class older women smile at me in Sydney
in my mind what is going through their heads is 'she's one of us'.....hehehe...."she looks decent"
I don't know whether that's a good thing (in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not)...and I don't think it's just friendliness
it's like I've been accepted into the club....hehehehe
if there ever was a tribe I didn't want to belong to - it's middle-aged, middle-class, middle of the road - you get it.......
but when I was a struggling 30-something it was the opposite end of the spectrum (sneers etc)
I'm not really sure what's changed
maybe I have some patina of wealth because there's no rips and tears in my clothes anymore
I've always had class.....chchchchc
sometimes middle-class older women smile at me in Sydney
in my mind what is going through their heads is 'she's one of us'.....hehehe...."she looks decent"
I don't know whether that's a good thing (in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not)...and I don't think it's just friendliness
it's like I've been accepted into the club....hehehehe
if there ever was a tribe I didn't want to belong to - it's middle-aged, middle-class, middle of the road - you get it.......
but when I was a struggling 30-something it was the opposite end of the spectrum (sneers etc)
I'm not really sure what's changed
maybe I have some patina of wealth because there's no rips and tears in my clothes anymore
I've always had class.....chchchchc
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...we were itinerant fruit pickers from the time I was 12. I can tell you a thing or two about sneers...
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so was Michael's family.......(I call them peasants when I'm angry with him and want to get his goat up....hehehehe)
seriously I was born into the lap of luxury.......
I made my own way since I was 17......broke and broken
I used to get spit at on the streets in London (some man would look at me and spit in my path) so many times that I turned my face to flint
then they would say I thought I was better than them
couldn't win
I was a nervous wreck.......I had to ask my friend to talk to me on the mobile once when I went to the shops - to talk me through the walk to the shops......it was excruciating......the buses were the worst and the tube
I think we could swap a few stories about sneers and what it feels like to be a pariah.....
but I don't think I would ever want to relive that part of my life
seriously I was born into the lap of luxury.......
I made my own way since I was 17......broke and broken
I used to get spit at on the streets in London (some man would look at me and spit in my path) so many times that I turned my face to flint
then they would say I thought I was better than them
couldn't win
I was a nervous wreck.......I had to ask my friend to talk to me on the mobile once when I went to the shops - to talk me through the walk to the shops......it was excruciating......the buses were the worst and the tube
I think we could swap a few stories about sneers and what it feels like to be a pariah.....
but I don't think I would ever want to relive that part of my life
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...in London I went for a job interview. It was a cleaning position in a private hotel. I had to find a back-alley entrance because they wouldn't let me through the front door. I was underdressed for the interview.
I got a job in a laundromat. Every morning I had to open the shop and go down a damp and dank set of narrow stairs to...the boilers. I had to fire them up. The thought still makes me recoil. My boss would turn up a few hours later. Although she wore false teeth, it looked like she didn't, and her thin lips always wore a streak of red lippy. Her hair was always in clips and covered with a scarf and there was always a cigarette dangling from the side of her mouth. I think she had eggs and bacon, eggs and baked beans, or eggs and sausages every night for tea.
I later had a job in a pub. It was supposed to be a rough clientele. I liked them. Absolutely passionate and riveting dancers one and all...but the bouncers...I was terrified of the bouncers.
...that just reminded me of a funny story about 'moroccan gold' and setting my dress on fire...
best go. I tend to forget this is a public place.
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...oh wtf with the avatar....uproarious laughter...
Are you going to visit the Doc's Sport's Stadium?
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let it all hang out - I do
probably shouldn't really.......
that's awful - I've never had to do much menial work unless you count being a student nurse (hand-washing bed pans etc)
but there was still some glamour to it - a bit of the old Florence Nightingale
I remember some guy in the orthopaedic ward had a clue in his crossword puzzle
the answer was 'Kubla Khan' - he was astounded that I knew it......nurses don't get much glory
once I was a temporary secretary for the treasurer of Gray's Inn
it really is a kind of inn - with the tradition of providing victuals for the barristers
I had to eat my lunch in the servant's area.....heheheheheh......which was an area that was raised above the dining hall
another time I worked for a famous charity - somebody told me to get the mugs in the boardroom and wash them
I said "I'm a receptionist, not a servant" chchchch......
she wasn't very happy about it
when I first came to Sydney I worked as a housekeeper in a hotel.....for a couple of days......
it was disgusting - guests would leave sperm on the shower walls etc and the kitchen was overrun with cockroaches - it was one of the guide-book favourites.....lol
but I do have some pride and I don't usually stay in jobs like that very long
probably shouldn't really.......
that's awful - I've never had to do much menial work unless you count being a student nurse (hand-washing bed pans etc)
but there was still some glamour to it - a bit of the old Florence Nightingale
I remember some guy in the orthopaedic ward had a clue in his crossword puzzle
the answer was 'Kubla Khan' - he was astounded that I knew it......nurses don't get much glory
once I was a temporary secretary for the treasurer of Gray's Inn
it really is a kind of inn - with the tradition of providing victuals for the barristers
I had to eat my lunch in the servant's area.....heheheheheh......which was an area that was raised above the dining hall
another time I worked for a famous charity - somebody told me to get the mugs in the boardroom and wash them
I said "I'm a receptionist, not a servant" chchchch......
she wasn't very happy about it
when I first came to Sydney I worked as a housekeeper in a hotel.....for a couple of days......
it was disgusting - guests would leave sperm on the shower walls etc and the kitchen was overrun with cockroaches - it was one of the guide-book favourites.....lol
but I do have some pride and I don't usually stay in jobs like that very long
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blue moon wrote:
...oh wtf with the avatar....uproarious laughter...
Are you going to visit the Doc's Sport's Stadium?
yes, I thought I might show my face.....hehehehe
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let it all hang out - I do (Catherine)
...well, acting on a tip, I approached a dreaded bouncer for a banned green leafy substance. I asked him for 5 pounds worth. He gave me a matchbox. I raced home after my shift. It was across the road. I shared with about 10 others. Mostly Aussies. It was 2am.
I opened the matchbox and to my disgust found it full of brown powder. Because half the house thought pot was for losers I didn't like to give myself away with anything so obvious as cigarette papers, so I de-tobaccoed a B&H and filled the cylinder with the brown powder.
Up a few floors. Out the fire escape. Quick look up to see if any star might be visible through the glare (just silly habit). Smoke half the thing. Go downstairs and turn on telly. Settle back on the couch in the darkness and light up again.
Vincent Price. In an old biplane. He is wearing a scarf. From under the scarf comes a...a rat. Then he is crawling with rats. They gnaw. It's in black and white. It's called something like the fearless Dr. Phibes rides again. The rats are in a frenzy. They squeak and rip face flesh.
I am too stoned to get up and turn this terrifying thing off. I smell smoke. I'm on fire. The powder is alight and is dropping. It's my only dress. It's the dress I bought to wear when the boy I loved married someone else.
A motivation for me to go to London was so that I could visit my grandmother's birthplace and in some mystical way 'connect' with her. Well Catherine, when I saw her apparition that night as I was about to trek up the stairs to bed, I just gasped and shut my eyes and ran. It was awful. She looked as though she was trying to warn me about something.
...well, acting on a tip, I approached a dreaded bouncer for a banned green leafy substance. I asked him for 5 pounds worth. He gave me a matchbox. I raced home after my shift. It was across the road. I shared with about 10 others. Mostly Aussies. It was 2am.
I opened the matchbox and to my disgust found it full of brown powder. Because half the house thought pot was for losers I didn't like to give myself away with anything so obvious as cigarette papers, so I de-tobaccoed a B&H and filled the cylinder with the brown powder.
Up a few floors. Out the fire escape. Quick look up to see if any star might be visible through the glare (just silly habit). Smoke half the thing. Go downstairs and turn on telly. Settle back on the couch in the darkness and light up again.
Vincent Price. In an old biplane. He is wearing a scarf. From under the scarf comes a...a rat. Then he is crawling with rats. They gnaw. It's in black and white. It's called something like the fearless Dr. Phibes rides again. The rats are in a frenzy. They squeak and rip face flesh.
I am too stoned to get up and turn this terrifying thing off. I smell smoke. I'm on fire. The powder is alight and is dropping. It's my only dress. It's the dress I bought to wear when the boy I loved married someone else.
A motivation for me to go to London was so that I could visit my grandmother's birthplace and in some mystical way 'connect' with her. Well Catherine, when I saw her apparition that night as I was about to trek up the stairs to bed, I just gasped and shut my eyes and ran. It was awful. She looked as though she was trying to warn me about something.
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