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Old 10-09-2017, 11:38 PM   #51
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It wasnít a date but a group of friends. I donít think Iíve ever had a man pay for my expensive tastes in bubbles let alone anything else.

I just knew you were a Top Shelf plonk kinda gal.

You just need to treat yourself to a better breed of poet.
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Old 10-09-2017, 11:46 PM   #52
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I think the next Litogether in Chicago needs to involve some champagne (We'll go to Pops, a champagne bar in River North) and then some open mic poetry!
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Old 10-09-2017, 11:50 PM   #53
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I think the next Litogether in Chicago needs to involve some champagne (We'll go to Pops, a champagne bar in River North) and then some open mic poetry!
I'd come, but all I know is dirty limerics :-/
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Old 10-09-2017, 11:59 PM   #54
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On principle or by happenstance? Serious question.
Well... I am entirely capable of paying for my own wants and needs, so I just do? Its not some feminist ideal or stance but itís just how I am. I am pretty easy going in that I have fairly simple tastes and donít really want for anything more than to run away to Bora Bora with saucy.

I mean sure men have paid for dinner or a drink on a date or whatever but Iíd never sit there and get smashed on expensive champagne all night and expect someone else to foot that bill. Thatís just not me. Iíd be the one fitting everyone elseís bill.
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Old 10-10-2017, 12:07 AM   #55
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My wife is very similar in that she never expected me to pay, but didn't object that I wanted to. Very simple needs and tastes, except in rice cookers. Hasn't gotten smashed ever in the 24ish years that I've known her but we enjoy libations.

Anyway, was curious and thanks for answering
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Old 10-10-2017, 12:18 AM   #56
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I just knew you were a Top Shelf plonk kinda gal.

You just need to treat yourself to a better breed of poet.
Apparently so!

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I think the next Litogether in Chicago needs to involve some champagne (We'll go to Pops, a champagne bar in River North) and then some open mic poetry!
Show us what youíve got. Poetry, Miles, do your pants back up.
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Old 10-10-2017, 12:23 AM   #57
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Apparently so!



Show us what youíve got. Poetry, Miles, do your pants back up.
Too bad you're not on Fet anymore or you could read it.
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Old 10-10-2017, 12:26 AM   #58
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Too bad you're not on Fet anymore or you could read it.
Well I would be if I could get back into my fucking account.
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Old 10-10-2017, 12:30 AM   #59
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Well I would be if I could get back into my fucking account.
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Old 10-10-2017, 01:00 AM   #60
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You beat me to it! I have a paperback copy of The Autobiography of a Flea and other Tart Tales by Anonymous around here somewhere. I have a bit of a thing for Victorian erotica. Simply fucking filthy.

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Too bad you're not on Fet anymore or you could read it.
So wait, Miles has poetry on Fet??? Or just no pants. I'm confused. Again.
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Old 10-10-2017, 01:18 AM   #61
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So wait, Miles has poetry on Fet??? Or just no pants. I'm confused. Again.
It is a confusing situation either way.
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Old 10-10-2017, 07:59 AM   #62
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I think weíre going to need to hear that read to find the sexy as hell.

(Subtle???)
*reads in a sexy voice which is DEFINITELY my own and certainly not a recording of Alan Rickman and/or Judi Dench*
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Old 10-10-2017, 08:22 AM   #63
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Oh God. Alan Rickman.

This thread couldnít really get much better.
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Old 10-10-2017, 05:10 PM   #64
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP06F0yynic

Tomorrow I shall read from Keats' masterpiece, "Thirty Points To Slytherin".
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Old 10-10-2017, 06:20 PM   #65
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Some people don't believe in absolute, forever, profound, intense love. I didn't, for a long time. Kathleen Raine, an underrated poet, fell endlessly and utterly in love with Gavin Maxwell, author of Ring of Bright Water, and almost certainly homosexual, though he loved her, platonically, as profoundly. Their love was never physically requited, but it was tempestuous and awesome and beautiful. At what she thought was the end, or perhaps an ending, she wrote this. I know few other poems which describe, so simply and with the clarity of absolute lived truth, the kind of love that comes to few.

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Parting

Kathleen Raine


Darling, this is goodbye. The words are ordinary
But love is rare. So let it go tenderly
as the sound of violins into silence.

Parting is sad for us, because something is over,
But for the thing we have ended, it is a beginning ó
Let love go like a young bird flying from the nest.

Like a new star, airborne into the evening,
Watched out of sight, or let fall gently as a tear,
Let our love go out of the world, like the prayer for a soulís rest.

Let the roses go, that you fastened to my hair
One summer night in a garden, and the song
That we heard from another house, where a piano was playing;
The shadow a street lamp cast through the net of a curtain,
The river at night, smooth and silent Thames, flowing through London.
For two years Ullswater was silver with my love of you,
The golden birch-leaves were holy, the wild cherry was sweet
On the fell-sides, scenting the spring for you.
The bees, drunk with lime-flowers, dropped like grapes on the road,
And the silence was yours, over all Westmorland at night.

I raised the mountains for you, and set the streams
Running down the hills for love. I saw the moss grow
And the ferns unroll their croziers for love of you,
The snowdrops, the primrose, the heron, the martin, the sheep on the fells.

The snow was yours in winter, and the frost crystals
That shone like amethyst and sapphire in the starlight,
That grew their geometric beauty on the treesí animate branches,
The frozen waterfall, the coral caves of ice,
The noise of water rushing from the thawing springs.

The wind on the mountain, the shelter of the garden,
The stone seat under the yew-tree, the fire in the evening,
Home-baked loaves, and apples, trout from the beck
I loved for you, held holy for you, my darling.

That was erotic. That was one with the grass,
One with the night, the animals and the stars,
All that is mortal in us, and must pass,
Creatures whose own death is their unguessed secret,
Loving in one another the rose that must fade.

Yours, too, was the anteroom of the angels,
When I could hear a pin drop, or a drop of rain,
Or the creak of a beam, or the butterfly caught in the rafters.
I wrestled with angels for you, and in my body
Endured the entire blessing of loveís pain.

All this is true. These things, my dear, are a life
Lived for love of you. The fire in the heart, the fire on the hearth,
And childrenís stories in the evening, even hopeís death
Were precious for you. Precious all things in time
And outside time. The poem I know, and the wisdom
That is not mine, the poem that can never be written.

To you, one man among all men, I dedicate
The world I have known, my days and nights, my flowers,
The angels, the sorrows, the forms of life I consecrate
In your name, far beyond ourselves, or any selves, ó
These attributes are Godís.

To you, once loved and for ever, from whom I part
Not because fate is blind, or the heart cold,
But because the world is neither yours nor mine,
Not even ourselves, not even what is dearest,
I offer what I can, my living moment,
My human span.
I read the last stanza at my father's funeral, when I was 21. I think of it, and therefore him, almost every day, with those words in mind.
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Old 10-11-2017, 05:37 AM   #66
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Okay okay... maybe I see beauty in poetry because that just made me cry for the second time. Though I was already crying for our fellow HTers loss.

Also.... Iíd trade Alan for a Bramble and a Des reading. Just sayin. ❤️
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Old 10-11-2017, 05:12 PM   #67
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One of my favourites:

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can raine
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!

It's anonymous; it first appears in writing in a songbook from about 1530, but might be hundreds of years older than that. The significance of the second line isn't totally clear, but one explanation I've heard is that the writer was a soldier, waiting for a rainy season before he could return home. "I don't want to be here, I wish I was home with my love."

Sometimes it feels like magic to me. The author's been dead for the best part of a millennium, name lost to history, the world changed unimaginably. And yet that fragment of their longing still survives and still resonates, as if a little piece of the author's psyche escaped death.

A lot of poetry does nothing for me, but that one does.
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One of my favourites:

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can raine
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!

It's anonymous; it first appears in writing in a songbook from about 1530, but might be hundreds of years older than that. The significance of the second line isn't totally clear, but one explanation I've heard is that the writer was a soldier, waiting for a rainy season before he could return home. "I don't want to be here, I wish I was home with my love."

Sometimes it feels like magic to me. The author's been dead for the best part of a millennium, name lost to history, the world changed unimaginably. And yet that fragment of their longing still survives and still resonates, as if a little piece of the author's psyche escaped death.

A lot of poetry does nothing for me, but that one does.
^... so romantic
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^... so romantic
Who votes for Bramble to do a reading of that for us so we can truly appreciate it? *raises hand*

(And never heard your voice but always trust Rainy's taste in male voices, as it is very similar to my own.)
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Old 10-14-2017, 04:34 PM   #70
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Who votes for Bramble to do a reading of that for us so we can truly appreciate it? *raises hand*

(And never heard your voice but always trust Rainy's taste in male voices, as it is very similar to my own.)
I've not heard his voice either! I second this motion!
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Old 10-15-2017, 08:11 PM   #71
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I'm shy about my voice, but give me a moment to figure out the technology and I'll see what I can do...
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Old 10-15-2017, 09:17 PM   #72
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Iíve been told that works a treat.
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Old 10-16-2017, 04:24 AM   #73
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A small sample. Sorry if I am jumping in.
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A small sample. Sorry if I am jumping in.

Excuse me a moment.

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Old 10-16-2017, 08:55 AM   #75
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Unchained Wordist writes some fucking sexy poetry but it's his reading of it that really makes it.

Can't wait to hear Bramblethorns!
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