American Sentences

[chris2c4u]

Our hearts were inseparable but we had courage and carried on.

 

[Tzara]

Marriott: Philosophy

She walks naked around the room. She is beautiful. That defines sex.

 

[Angeline]

Recovery

Learning the ropes involves wheels: Adagio, Adagio (slowly).

 

[chris2c4u]

Spreading down the page in this uncontrollable manner, I cry out.

 

[cherries_on_snow]

Our hearts were inseparable but we had courage and carried on.

__heh__

 

[cherries_on_snow]

What people hate about me is that I work and work and work and work even in sleep but I cannot help it: knots prove irresistible to resless fingers.

 

[chris2c4u]

now I am going to shoot hope. I spoke and knew they targeted my heart.

 

[chris2c4u]

The coach said, you're always pushing away before you get close enough.

 

[Tzara]

American Camp, San Juan Island

Rabbit, foxes, goldfinch, eagle, leaping deer. I saw much life today.

 

[Angeline]

I'm So Confused

They said I might see a bear or fox but instead I saw a rabbi.

 

[Angeline]

Mountain Twilight

The sky deepens, pours dark on the ridgelines. Lightning bugs flicker on, off.

 

[Tzara]

Argument

Now, roses are in bloom. And you want to talk to me about beauty?

 

[chris2c4u]

Nashville is over that ridge. It draws everything, lightning, voices, blood

 

[Tzara]

Davos

I'm thinking of you in a deck chair in the mountains, like Hans Castorp.

Looking out over the Alps as one convalesces isn't the worst thing in the world. And reading, while wrapped in a blanket seems cozy. The Magic Mountain is good, but long. Perhaps Tender Is the Night?

 

[Angeline]

Chemical Elevation

I'm almost as high as the sky and nowhere near as vast boo hoo blue.





(Currently reading Preparation For The Next Life by Atticus Lish. It's very good.)

 

[chris2c4u]

Isis

I try my tongue. The word escapes me, suspended in the marvelous darkness within her.

 

[Tzara]

Beauty

The best idea is to snip the blossoms before they shed petals.



Roses. Beautiful, needy, high maintenance. Reminds you of. . .

 

[Piscator]

late spring, a plethora of asparagus, and my pee smells funny

 

[Tzara]

Let me gift you a book. Any book. Books are humanity's pages.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Books are precious, which book could you bare part with?

 

[chris2c4u]

I'm hopeless without you. It's too late for letters I suppose? No code.

 

[Tzara]

Books are precious, which book could you bare part with?

A novel, a history, a book of erotic poems? ... The last.





See, the gift of a book is in some ways a form of seduction. It's like giving part of oneself (a more articulate part of oneself) to someone. And, as boy, especially as boy giving the gift of a book to a woman whom one admires. . . well, there's a lot of inherent baggage associated with that.

So while one might want to gift her a book of erotic poems, it better be a damn good artistic collection of them. One she can appreciate as more than just versified come-ons to get the giftee into bed with the gifter.

All of which is making that history book look better as something one could part with. Barbara Tuchman, anyone?

 

[chris2c4u]

See, the gift of a book is in some ways a form of seduction. It's like giving part of oneself (a more articulate part of oneself) to someone. And, as boy, especially as boy giving the gift of a book to a woman whom one admires. . . well, there's a lot of inherent baggage associated with that.

So while one might want to gift her a book of erotic poems, it better be a damn good artistic collection of them. One she can appreciate as more than just versified come-ons to get the giftee into bed with the gifter.

All of which is making that history book look better as something one could part with. Barbara Tuchman, anyone? [/size]

The Zimmerman Telegram?

 

[Tzara]

The Zimmerman Telegram?

Or The Guns of August. Depends on what you think her attention span might be (as one's a couple hundred pages and the other something like 450).

 

[Piscator]

Sigh but I digress, now that transgression is no longer possible.