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By Peter P follow Peter P   2005 Oct 18, 8:59am 66,499 views   1,273 comments   watch   nsfw   quote   share    



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1201   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 8:56am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

And of course I think Jack is not boring. He's brilliant since we share a brain, or because we share a brain, or something. Ha. You really are brilliant, Jack. Really, I'm not joking.

And SQT is a babe. Hi SQT! We are suffering for our art.

1202   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 8:57am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Huh makes us bleed.

1203   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 8:59am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

He can't help but like me, because I control his thoughts. It's the never-ending mirror effect. Or something. Heh.

1204   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:00am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

We did speak fondly of you and your hair,SQT. And the fantasy of it.

1205   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:02am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Well, Jack, do YOU have Farrah hair? SQT is brilliant too.

1206   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:04am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Oh SQT, we will try not to hold out high hopes for your hair. I know it's one of those hair dos that won't do what you want if you really want it to. It takes a bit of detachment to get it just perfect. I don't have a hair do, I'm hair do-less. I rarely brush it. That makes me sound unkempt. I"m a pony tail girl most days.

1207   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:10am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Heh. Sorry had to go do a kiddy thing. I KNOW how Jack is. No need for a shovel.

1208   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:12am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Hi newsfreak.

Yes, Jack, I think I understand you. But then you are a guy. Completely foreign to me in some ways. I can think, but maybe I can't know.

1209   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:14am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

You are a totally CHEAP DATE SQT!

1210   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:16am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Just don't let it go to your, uh, head, Jack.

1211   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:17am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Have fun, SQT! Bye!

1212   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:23am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"It already went to my head Jamie. I am dangerous now. "

Oh?

1213   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:24am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I do one lightning-fast click and drag to get to the bottom. Takes a nanosecond. No calluses.

1214   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:26am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I guess Peter P could make it all disappear for us. I wonder if it's easy to delete 3000 posts.

1215   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:28am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I don't do pity posts.

1216   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:30am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

LOL, it's true. Half the time I have no idea what you're talking about newsfreak. And then all of a sudden, enlightenment! You're like TS Eliot.

1217   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 9:32am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Now the neighbor is outside waiting for me to talk. I have to go be social and stuff. And then make dinner. Ciao my peeps.

1218   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 10:05am     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

YES!

1219   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 1:23pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Do I dare post the entire text of TS Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock here? It seems appropriate, given our dear newsfreak, and um, Jack. Best Poem Ever (sorry, the line numbers are funky, and also, note the claws, heh heh):

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

1220   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:51pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I'm not sure there's anything to say about Eliot. But I also believe that about art in general. I just like to feel lit. Not discuss it.

1221   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:52pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

LMAO, feel IT, not LIT. What a lovely typo though.

1222   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:54pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I just thought it was appropo of something, or nothing. It has lots of parallels with stuff here.

1223   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:55pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

But Prufrock is not so different from some discussions here. You of all people should notice that.

1224   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:57pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Don't think too hard about it though Mr Oh.

1225   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:57pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

And weren't the claws kind of funny. Wasn't it just a little bit cool that I found a poem with claw references in it?

1226   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 2:59pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

What? It's that bad?

1227   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:00pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Yes, a bonus.

1228   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:02pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Why not? Because I just ruined it for you with etherised skies and stuff?

1229   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:03pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Or was the neon signs poem the pinnacle?

1230   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:10pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Hmmmm...

Oh crap this thread is loading too slowly to post a single Hmmmmm... So I have to think of something else to say. I could go back and pick out the parts of that poem that were supposed to be meaningful but the that would eliminate all the round-about-ness of it all.

1231   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:12pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Hmm, well, that's how I feel about art. I don't like to talk about it because I"ll just sound stupid. I just like to look at it.

1232   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:13pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

I don't really like to talk about poetry either. I was joking about that formal analysis thing.

1233   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:15pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean"

1234   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:17pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"NO …. you wanted to pick my pea brain I KNOW you did, dont LIE! "

Maybe a little bit.

1235   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:18pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"So how come you took the bait on the big 2500? "

Was there ever any question? Why wouldn't I?!

1236   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:21pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

ARGH! NO. Well, that's kind of a fun bonus layer of meaning.

1237   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:23pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons"

1238   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:25pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

"Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,"

(Don't try to read anything into all the random quoting. I'm just trying to be weird and inscrutible.)

1239   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:28pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Those are lines I really love though, that I quoted. Among others.

1240   Jamie   ignore (0)   2005 Nov 9, 3:29pm     ↓ dislike (0)   quote   flag        

Oh and Jack I"m kind of digging your new subdued low caps self. But the caps are okay too, if and when you choose to revert.

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