I'm stealing your memory, and your story,
childhood adventures plundered for love.
Some theft is permissable: Joni's Richard
in a dark cafe is an everyman of bitterness.
We drink a case, tweaking neurons until they orbit
meant-to-be.
Serendipity.
It's popular culture, after all. Be my baby.
You're my Lone Ranger inching on his gloves.
You're my Louis. A priori. What a wonderful world!
Hume, accusing our causality from sequence,
becomes an ode to orbit too, a Prufrock finding out
it wasn't what he thought. When love goes missing,
the prophet of quietness will make a movie for us:
summer in a midwest town (where have all the flowers gone?),
a tale of honey bees
or not to be's.
In his disquisition, humanity is acquitted. Baby,
it's cold outside is heard again on the range.
That the bees are no more, Honey, is a priori too.
That the bees may have AIDS is the stuff news is made of;
that the bees may have died is more than sadness or hunger,
is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.
That the bees are trapped in the cave of child's play,
by a trellis breaking, a head banging, into Little Boy's
dreaming,
(hear them buzzing?)
is my screenplay. Laugh, Little Boy, laugh!
how they pour forth like carmelized onions.
Something for your scrambled eco, no?
Karla
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/27/business/27bees.html
http://www.newyorker.com/critics/atlarge/articles/070305crat_atlarge_denby?page=1
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Karla, you have been practicing so much more than I have, a pathetic
paltry interrupted
hobbyist poet...
I think you have more revision coming, no? The poem lacks
something... unity maybe.....
To be perfectly honest I just don't have time to give this the review
it deserves now, do I ever?
Worth a second read, later...
GeeLily
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Thanks for the David Denby film course chapter, wherein he unthaws the
somewhat unfathomable.
Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, published in 1962, came early in retrospect,
did it not? Funny, Rod McKuen had just told us to listen to the warm. Do you
know that Rachel Carson came from Springdale, Pennsylvania, on the Allegheny
River, a town next to Pittsburgh? The town is, in fact, a powerplant with a
gigunda smokestack.
Carson wasn't a scientist in the same way that, say, W.C. Williams was a
scientist; so she has been discredited in places you would never expect
(even linguistic scholars [William Howarth] may have written for
ExxonMobil):
http://itre.cis.upenn.edu/~myl/languagelog/archives/002380.html
It goes around, but it doesn't come around.
As with "The Waste Land," some of what has immediate and intense
meaning for you has little or none for others.
As there are various gems...
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I do not "negotiate" for half my baby back, Solomon.
http://scrawlmark.org
Having read about the bees and gasping and having seen The Insider via
Netflix and applauding, methinks Bergman
needs be employed to make a film of Karla's word pictures.
During recent LV visit I saw Forbidden Broadway wherein parody/mimicry
artfully employed on popular shows of yore.
at UNLV's Philharmonic Hall which Christine supports, thus we always
have good seats. I laughed lots, a good thing.
Jeanne
On Mar 1, 8:37�pm, Stuart Leichter <leich...@bellsouth.net> wrote:
> in article es7vns01...@drn.newsguy.com, Karla at karl...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net
> >http://www.newyorker.com/critics/atlarge/articles/070305crat_atlarge_...
> > e=1
>
> Thanks for the David Denby film course chapter, wherein he unthaws the
> somewhat unfathomable.
>
> Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, published in 1962, came early in retrospect,
> did it not? Funny, Rod McKuen had just told us to listen to the warm. Do you
> know that Rachel Carson came from Springdale, Pennsylvania, on the Allegheny
> River, a town next to Pittsburgh? The town is, in fact, a powerplant with a
> gigunda smokestack.
>
> Carson wasn't a scientist in the same way that, say, W.C. Williams was a
> scientist; so she has been discredited in places you would never expect
> (even linguistic scholars [William Howarth] may have written for
> ExxonMobil):
>
> http://itre.cis.upenn.edu/~myl/languagelog/archives/002380.html- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
Having read about the bees and gasping
## methinks you hurt your head as a youth
and having seen The Insider via
Netflix and applauding, methinks Bergman
needs be employed to make a film of Karla's word pictures.
## methinks I'm right
During recent LV visit I saw Forbidden Broadway wherein parody/mimicry
artfully employed on popular shows of yore.
at UNLV's Philharmonic Hall which Christine supports, thus we always
have good seats. I laughed lots, a good thing.
## So nice to know that the brain-damaged can still laugh. A good thing.
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> ## So nice to know that the brain-damaged can still laugh. A good thing.
>
Pf. You haven't laughed for years.
Try this one. It's a pisser.
I'll wax on moronically,
as if these laconically
stated relationships show
how clearly I hear
a ringing in my ear.
How far can a -hi-story go?
I'm not how I was
'cause I just caught a buzz
in my ear. I can hear it distinctly.
The doctor was right. Thus,
regarding tinnitus,
I'll try to relate this succinctly.
Rather than sound bitter,
some choose to use wit, or
at least make an effort to rhyme.
As regards where my hands are,
right now they're on space bar,
but that's likely to change any time.
It may sound like nonsense
to suggest incontinence
when speaking of the letter P,
but my rhyming technique
"lets it leak", so to speak
after five or six cups of coffee.
But you needn't worry.
The moral of this story,
the "Truth" amid any reports:
Despite present need,
I honestly concede
that I'm not much into water sports.
So, I think it's about time
that I ended this rhyme.
Considering the subject and title
as if this were "show biz",
keep this P PG ... whiz,
as I tinkle a new -hi- recital!
-hi-
>On Mar 1, 5:47 pm, Karla <karl...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> wrote:
>> A New Disorder (or Save the Bees, Save the World)
>>
>> I'm stealing your memory, and your story,
>> childhood adventures plundered for love.
>> Some theft is permissable: Joni's Richard
>> in a dark cafe is an everyman of bitterness.
>ooooo everyman of bitterness. Nice.
Danke.
>> We drink a case, tweaking neurons until they orbit
>> meant-to-be.
>> Serendipity.
>Sounds good, should work, doesn't.
Do you mean it doesn't make sense or it doesn't work within the poem?
>> It's popular culture, after all. Be my baby.
>> You're my Lone Ranger inching on his gloves.
>> You're my Louis. A priori. What a wonderful world!
>>
>> Hume, accusing our causality from sequence,
>> becomes an ode to orbit too, a Prufrock finding out
>God, Prufrock is such a good word
I wonder if Eliot intended us to think both 'proof rock' and 'pru frock'?
>> it wasn't what he thought. When love goes missing,
>> the prophet of quietness will make a movie for us:
>> summer in a midwest town (where have all the flowers gone?),
>> a tale of honey bees
>> or not to be's.
>Yum, good lines-melodic and interesting, both-
Danke.
>> In his disquisition, humanity is acquitted. Baby,
>> it's cold outside is heard again on the range.
>> That the bees are no more, Honey, is a priori too.
>>
>> That the bees may have AIDS is the stuff news is made of;
>> that the bees may have died is more than sadness or hunger,
>> is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.
>> That the bees are trapped in the cave of child's play,
>> by a trellis breaking, a head banging, into Little Boy's
>> dreaming,
>> (hear them buzzing?)
>> is my screenplay. Laugh, Little Boy, laugh!
>> how they pour forth like carmelized onions.
>Damn I love that line too....Onions, scrambled eco....
Not too corny? I lingered over that so long! Thanks.
>>
>> Something for your scrambled eco, no?
>>
>> Karla
>>
>
>Karla, you have been practicing so much more than I have, a pathetic
>paltry interrupted
>hobbyist poet...
>I think you have more revision coming, no? The poem lacks
>something... unity maybe.....
Probably. Dennis mentioned something along these lines too.
>To be perfectly honest I just don't have time to give this the review
>it deserves now, do I ever?
>Worth a second read, later...
>GeeLily
Thanks for the first read!
Karla
Shelly just watched "Babel" and hated it. I haven't seen it yet, but based
on her comments, won't put it at the top of my Netflix list. I related some
of Denby's article to her but I think she's sticking to her conclusion that
it wasn't worth the time, in fact, it was quite painful with long, long
scenes of dialogue in different countries and no subtitles. Of course,
'babel' comes to mind but it's risky, imo, the way The Good Shepherd was
risky by making us feel the interminable time passing and loneliness of the
spy in the cold.
>Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, published in 1962, came early in retrospect,
>did it not? Funny, Rod McKuen had just told us to listen to the warm. Do you
>know that Rachel Carson came from Springdale, Pennsylvania, on the Allegheny
>River, a town next to Pittsburgh? The town is, in fact, a powerplant with a
>gigunda smokestack.
"Gigunda" is a cool word! I found it at this urban dictionary link used by
a BelindaB in Pennsylvania:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=gigunda
and at this link, it looks like the earliest usage was 1971 where it was
used to refer to Nixon's bicentennial:
http://listserv.linguistlist.org/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind0504d&L=ads-l&P=20834
>Carson wasn't a scientist in the same way that, say, W.C. Williams was a
>scientist; so she has been discredited in places you would never expect
>(even linguistic scholars [William Howarth] may have written for
>ExxonMobil):
>
> http://itre.cis.upenn.edu/~myl/languagelog/archives/002380.html
That was hot!
Thanks.
Karla
Ah, well, I needed to post it to find out. Ya, there's personal meaning but I
tried to make it accessible. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Karla
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"Karla" <kar...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> wrote in message news:escuj...@drn.newsguy.com...
You should watch it. If you manage to follow the story (which isn't so
difficult for a halfway decent person) the film is a gain anyhow. To me it
showed how things can escalate when a mother gets lost - to put it shortly.
nerissa
Heh. Maybe two. Study Shel Silverstein.
Not for his scansion, which is usually off, but for his way with a
joke.
And his brevity (usually).
You approach him here closer than you have before (IIRC).
No, that's a "good."
(It would not be a "good" to try to copy him, since he's nuts in
his directions and you're nuts in yours, but the good delivery -- not
"style" -- of jokes is pretty much the same for everybody.)
A lark begins each harlequin's oration, lorgnette mask
hand-held in place, his name and face borne up unto the task
of entertainment, no disdain meant. If it's all the same
to you, know that this 'show' business is part of a game
theory. Our quantities are all non-constant sums
that are solved both through resolve, and equilibrium.
Were there a sign I could design to present certain facts
that pertain to this domain, both reactions and acts
would be attached, and thereby matched by word association
to some ... 'Thing'. Particles ring the sound heard in relation
to your reading this, proceeding. On Agreement and Defiance --
the 'aim', you see, of game theory is to become decision science.
-hi-
Ya, I will watch it, but not rush to watch it. Your 'when a mother gets
lost' sounds like Freedomland. Have you seen it? Very difficult movie to
watch but well done.
Did you see The Good Shepherd? haha, the theater where I saw it spelled it
The Good Shepard. No kidding. It's spelled that way on my ticket too (which
I kept). I mention this movie because Denby mentions it in his article,
"The New Disorder". I found it to be coherent - the story of the WASP's
mafia without the flashy Godfather scenes we want to repeat and repeat (The
Sopranos). It's long and dirty. (Where's the soap to make us clean again?)
I guess it can be made now because it's not how we do the really big and
dirty things anymore:
http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/070305fa_fact_hersh
Karla
A thought-provoking, well-crafted poem that begs to be read aloud. I
wouldn't change any of it, except perhaps this:
> that the bees may have died is more than sadness or hunger,
> is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.
The first of these two lines is one of my favourites of the whole
piece: the hyperbole of the second seems to undercut and trivialise
the effect, even though it's presumably meant to complete the meaning.
When you have a line as good as that, protect it, would be my
instinct. Leave it to say what it says.
>
> Were there a sign I could design to present certain facts
> that pertain to this domain, both reactions and acts
> would be attached, and thereby matched by word association
> to some ... 'Thing'. Particles ring the sound heard in relation
> to your reading this, proceeding. On Agreement and Defiance --
> the 'aim', you see, of game theory is to become decision science.
>
> -hi-
>
Yeh, but look who's designing it (us).
And a transformation is only as accurate as the /least/-accurate
transform in the series.
On a good day.
On a bad day, it's wearing the fuzz of all the rest.
Interesting - the critics I heard were pretty bad but now I have one vote
pro.
> Did you see The Good Shepherd?
Not yet, but I read mainly good things about it.
nerissa
> Yeh, but look who's designing it (us).
> And a transformation is only as accurate as the /least/-accurate
> transform in the series.
> On a good day.
> On a bad day, it's wearing the fuzz of all the rest.
I think it was Will Dockery who first commented here (in Usenet),
several years ago in fact, that my "prosetry" (a self-styled word used
for lack of a better term) reminded him of Shel Silverstein. Of
course I had to go look up work by Shel Silverstein, as the name was
familiar to me at the time, but little else. I've read a bit in the
intervening period, and suppose I can see how someone else might see a
certain similarity, but his was not a formative influence.
Spam this is, this spam I wrote
regarding spamming "Rock the Vote",
important spam I do regard,
and you could too. It's not that hard
to check a link linked to this spam,
like this link linked, where what I am
about to write right here, appended
to this rhyme soon to be ended
with a thought recently stolen,
preceded by two dots (a colon):
-hi-
> On Mar 5, 3:55�am, "Dennis M. Hammes" <scrawlm...@arvig.net> wrote:
>
>
>>Yeh, but look who's designing it (us).
>>� �And a transformation is only as accurate as the /least/-accurate
>>transform in the series.
>>� �On a good day.
>>� �On a bad day, it's wearing the fuzz of all the rest.
>
>
> I think it was Will Dockery who first commented here (in Usenet),
> several years ago in fact, that my "prosetry" (a self-styled word used
> for lack of a better term) reminded him of Shel Silverstein. Of
Well, that's hardly remarkable, since mostly it doesn't.
> course I had to go look up work by Shel Silverstein, as the name was
> familiar to me at the time, but little else. I've read a bit in the
> intervening period, and suppose I can see how someone else might see a
> certain similarity, but his was not a formative influence.
Nor should it be, such as to be copied; sarcasm/satire has to stand
entirely on /its own/ feet, which in poetry is its (your) own voice.
(Parody, by contrast, must be as close to the original voice as
possible, or a total take-off; there's no "almost" in parody, though
satire is often designed to just-miss its actual target for the
apparent one.)
>
> Spam this is, this spam I wrote
> regarding spamming "Rock the Vote",
> important spam I do regard,
> and you could too. It's not that hard
> to check a link linked to this spam,
> like this link linked, where what I am
> about to write right here, appended
> to this rhyme soon to be ended
> with a thought recently stolen,
> preceded by two dots (a colon):
>
> http://www.rockthevote.com/
>
> -hi-
>
> Well, that's hardly remarkable, since mostly it doesn't.
True, to my mind barely enough to evoke the name. Nevertheless, the
name was dropped.
> Nor should it be, such as to be copied; sarcasm/satire has to stand
> entirely on /its own/ feet, which in poetry is its (your) own voice.
> (Parody, by contrast, must be as close to the original voice as
> possible, or a total take-off; there's no "almost" in parody, though
> satire is often designed to just-miss its actual target for the
> apparent one.)
MY SHIFT KEY STICKS!! It does, I swear.
Just watch. You'll see it stick from there
whenever I've a need to shift
the 'paradigm of rhyme'. My GIFT,
if that this is, and it be said
of words as THEY are heard when read,
sounds clearly near, if not EXACTLY
to the point; matter-of-factly
STATING in these terms relating
to the rhythms syncopating
in and AROUND all the sounds
extending from both verbs, and nouns
conjoined in VOICES, yours and mine,
and how they mix. They intertwine
when both converge to say these things
we SAY when a new meeting brings
us to the point of an expression
of a thought - a mind's digression
into FORM, like when inciting
substance to appear in WRITING!
-hi-
karla-
i read this a few days ago and i liked it a lot! there are some great
lines: *a prufrock finding out...;*
*is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.* luved that
line.
the poem reminded me of an old x-files episode, where - i think it was
killer bees - were going to destroy mankind by spreading the, is it
AIDS virus? doesn't matter. of course there were the oblique
references that were a bit before my time beyond my scope and so i was
glad to see that stuart came through and was able to explain some of
them and meander outside.
yes, prufrock is a great word and so is serendipity(as this poem would
have been had i stumbled upon it accidentally). still, fortuitous to
be guided to it.
nice job, karla.
jack
Thanks!
>the poem reminded me of an old x-files episode, where - i think it was
>killer bees - were going to destroy mankind by spreading the, is it
>AIDS virus? doesn't matter.
I never watched the X-Files until it was off the air, and then I watched
all nine years in about six weeks while recovering from surgery. I don't
recall the episode you describe. Was it possibly the one where they find
the farms raising bees to spread small pox? Part of the ongoing myth?
>of course there were the oblique
>references that were a bit before my time beyond my scope and so i was
>glad to see that stuart came through and was able to explain some of
>them and meander outside.
>
>yes, prufrock is a great word and so is serendipity(as this poem would
>have been had i stumbled upon it accidentally). still, fortuitous to
>be guided to it.
>
>nice job, karla.
Thanks again.
Karla
>jack
Thank you!
I
>wouldn't change any of it, except perhaps this:
>
>> that the bees may have died is more than sadness or hunger,
>> is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.
Confession: after I wrote the second line, and read it outloud, I heard
echoed, faintly, faintly, "'a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and
fury, signifying nothing..." Ya, it's too precious.
>The first of these two lines is one of my favourites of the whole
>piece: the hyperbole of the second seems to undercut and trivialise
>the effect, even though it's presumably meant to complete the meaning.
>When you have a line as good as that, protect it, would be my
>instinct. Leave it to say what it says.
Thanks for your read, and comments.
Karla
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"Karla" <kar...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> wrote in message news:hr76v2d0t9tdltd48...@4ax.com...
> On 4 Mar 2007 18:36:20 -0800, "OB" <nevil...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>>On Mar 1, 8:47 pm, Karla <karl...@sbcNOSPAMglobal.net> wrote:
>>> A New Disorder (or Save the Bees, Save the World)
>>>
>>> I'm stealing your memory, and your story,
>>> childhood adventures plundered for love.
>>> Some theft is permissable: Joni's Richard
>>> in a dark cafe is an everyman of bitterness.
>>> We drink a case, tweaking neurons until they orbit
>>> meant-to-be.
>>> Serendipity.
>>> It's popular culture, after all. Be my baby.
>>> You're my Lone Ranger inching on his gloves.
>>> You're my Louis. A priori. What a wonderful world!
>>>
>>> Hume, accusing our causality from sequence,
>>> becomes an ode to orbit too, a Prufrock finding out
>>> it wasn't what he thought. When love goes missing,
>>> the prophet of quietness will make a movie for us:
>>> summer in a midwest town (where have all the flowers gone?),
>>> a tale of honey bees
>>> or not to be's.
>>> In his disquisition, humanity is acquitted. Baby,
>>> it's cold outside is heard again on the range.
>>> That the bees are no more, Honey, is a priori too.
>>>
>>> That the bees may have AIDS is the stuff news is made of;
Heh...
As if bees knew the brevity of best.
>>> that the bees may have died is more than sadness or hunger,
>>> is an atomic reaction of epic proportions told by poets.
>>> That the bees are trapped in the cave of child's play,
>>> by a trellis breaking, a head banging, into Little Boy's
>>> dreaming,
>>> (hear them buzzing?)
>>> is my screenplay. Laugh, Little Boy, laugh!
>>> how they pour forth like carmelized onions.
>>>
>>> Something for your scrambled eco, no?
You are FAT.
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> Thanks for your read, and comments.
And thank you, -- please support
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