Bistro Bijou

[unpredictablebijou]

you can't go wrong with a good ol` hand made chicken fried steak. No sirree Bob, errrr no sirree bj

Yup *nods, nods* probably just need some protein to fix me right up.

mmm. protein.

I've just been wandering through Shankara's pix thread again.

Marry me, Shanka-san.

Kansas is filled with wonders, kids. Y'all come visit sometime.

bj

 

[unpredictablebijou]

and the synapses are too clogged to allow creative ideas to form.

Can I get a cup of Orange Spice tea? And maybe a side of jalapeño poppers?

Greetings, village smithy! I almost missed your note cause it was at the bottom of the page.

Village Idiot here. A nice hot cuppa tea for you, and poppers it is, although I've studied hot food (at a safe distance - I am a swede, after all) and know how good it is for clearing the sinuses. When That Guy Who Is Willing to Actually Live With Me has a head cold, he enjoys a nice stir-fry with a whole mess of hot chili stuff in it. If you're into it, I'll whip something up.

Meanwhile, welcome. I've enjoyed your opinions.

bj

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Get Well Poetry for Angeline


Some Richard Brautigan:

"November 3"

I'm sitting in a cafe,
drinking a Coke.

A fly is sleeping
on a paper napkin.

I have to wake him up,
so I can wipe my glasses.

There's a pretty girl I want to look at.

***

"A Mid-February Sky Dance"

Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,

and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.

***

"Comets"

There are comets
that flash through
our mouths wearing
the grace
of oceans and galaxies.

God knows,
we try to do the best
we can.

There are comets
connected to chemicals
that telescope
down out tongues
to burn out against
the air.

I know
we do.

There are comets
that laugh at us
from behind our teeth
wearing the clothes
of fish and birds.

We try.

***

And some Rumi. We love Rumi

Rise, lovers

Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
No, no, for thought these two gardens are beautiful and fair, let us pass beyond these two, and go to that Gardener.
Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming upon the face of the sea.
Let us journey from this street of mourning to the wedding feast, let us go from this saffron face to the face of the Judas tree blossom.
Trembling like a leaf and twig from fear of falling, our hearts are throbbing; let us go to the Abode of Security.
There is no escape from pain, since we are in exile, and there is no escape from dust, seeing that we are going to a dustbowl.
Like parrots green of wing and with fine pinions, let us become sugar-gatherers and go to the sugar-bed.
These forms are signs of the signless fashioner; hidden from the evil eye, come, let us go to the signless.
It is a road full of tribulation, but love is the guide, giving us instruction how we should go thereon;
Though the shadow of the king’s grace surely protects, yet it is better that on that road we go with the caravan.
We are like rain falling on a leaky roof; let us spring from the leak and go by that waterspout.
We are crooked as a bow, for the string is in our own throats; when we become straight, then we will go like an arrow from the bow.
We cower like mice in the house because of the cats; if we are lion’s whelps, let us go to that Lion.
Let us make our soul a mirror in passion for a Joseph; let us go before Joseph’s beauty with a present.
Let us be silent, that the giver of speech may say this; even as he shall say, so let us go.


***



Rise, lover and get well soon.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

If you are strange you have come to the right place ..... Bijou gives strange a bad name or is that a good name lol

 

[Angeline]

Get Well Poetry for Angeline


Some Richard Brautigan:

"November 3"

I'm sitting in a cafe,
drinking a Coke.

A fly is sleeping
on a paper napkin.

I have to wake him up,
so I can wipe my glasses.

There's a pretty girl I want to look at.

***

"A Mid-February Sky Dance"

Dance toward me, please, as
if you were a star
with light-years piled
on top of your hair,
smiling,

and I will dance toward you
as if I were darkness
with bats piled like a hat
on top of my head.

***

"Comets"

There are comets
that flash through
our mouths wearing
the grace
of oceans and galaxies.

God knows,
we try to do the best
we can.

There are comets
connected to chemicals
that telescope
down out tongues
to burn out against
the air.

I know
we do.

There are comets
that laugh at us
from behind our teeth
wearing the clothes
of fish and birds.

We try.

***

And some Rumi. We love Rumi

Rise, lovers

Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.
No, no, for thought these two gardens are beautiful and fair, let us pass beyond these two, and go to that Gardener.
Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming upon the face of the sea.
Let us journey from this street of mourning to the wedding feast, let us go from this saffron face to the face of the Judas tree blossom.
Trembling like a leaf and twig from fear of falling, our hearts are throbbing; let us go to the Abode of Security.
There is no escape from pain, since we are in exile, and there is no escape from dust, seeing that we are going to a dustbowl.
Like parrots green of wing and with fine pinions, let us become sugar-gatherers and go to the sugar-bed.
These forms are signs of the signless fashioner; hidden from the evil eye, come, let us go to the signless.
It is a road full of tribulation, but love is the guide, giving us instruction how we should go thereon;
Though the shadow of the king’s grace surely protects, yet it is better that on that road we go with the caravan.
We are like rain falling on a leaky roof; let us spring from the leak and go by that waterspout.
We are crooked as a bow, for the string is in our own throats; when we become straight, then we will go like an arrow from the bow.
We cower like mice in the house because of the cats; if we are lion’s whelps, let us go to that Lion.
Let us make our soul a mirror in passion for a Joseph; let us go before Joseph’s beauty with a present.
Let us be silent, that the giver of speech may say this; even as he shall say, so let us go.


***



Rise, lover and get well soon.

bj

Oh these are so beautiful! I hadn't read some of that Brautigan before and it's marvelous. You do know your way around some wonderful poetry. I'm going to find some for you. I'm sick of being sick and laying in bed! I'm good for at least a half hour before I get tired and hacky again.

germ free es

 

[RhymeSmith]

A nice hot cuppa tea for you, and poppers it is...If you're into it, I'll whip something up.

Ahhhhh! Thanks Beej (may I call you Beej? Has kind of a M*A*S*H ring to it) that was great! And Hell yeah, I'll try most things once (note: I didn't say anything).

And thanks, also, for the welcome.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Oh these are so beautiful! I hadn't read some of that Brautigan before and it's marvelous. You do know your way around some wonderful poetry. I'm going to find some for you. I'm sick of being sick and laying in bed! I'm good for at least a half hour before I get tired and hacky again.

germ free es

I've been quoting Mid-February Sky Dance for about 20 years. It's an absolute favorite.

I am a huge fan of Brautigan. I have only ever memorized one single poem in my entire life. It is not mine. It is his. It is this:

Fuck me like fried potatoes

fuck me like fried potatoes
on the most beautifully hungry
morning of my goddamn life.



o feel better. really and truly.

bj

 

[Angeline]

Poems for the Bistro

I'm only pronouns, & I am all of them,
& I didn't ask for
________________this
You did
I came into your life to change it & it did so & now
nothing will ever change
________________That, & that's that.
Alone & crowded, unhappy fate, nevertheless
I slip softly into the air
The world's furious song flows through my costume.
~from Red Shift, Ted Berrigan

***


She was in love with the same danger
everybody is. Dangerous
as it is to love a stranger,
she was in love. With that same danger
an adulteress risks a husband’s anger.
Stealthily death enters a house:
she was in love with that danger.
Everybody is dangerous.
~ Triolet, Sandra McPherson

***

Even your odds and ends.
I love your teeth, crazy bones,
Madcap knees and elbows.
Forearm and backhand
Hair makes you animal.
Rare among things.
The small of your back could pool rain
Into water a main might drink. Perfect,
From the whirlpools your fingers print
On everything you touch
To the moons on the nails of all ten toes
Rising and setting inside your shoes
Wherever you go.
~ I Love Your Crazy Bones, Barton Sutter

***

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
always saying,

with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
dying to
hear?
~ With That Moon Language, Hafiz (tr. Daniel Ladinsky)

 

[unpredictablebijou]

If you are strange you have come to the right place ..... Bijou gives strange a bad name or is that a good name lol

meh. Either way is fine. UYS, you're adorable. I haven't forgotten the poem; I've been thoroughly busy. I'll get there, I promise.

Oh these are so beautiful! I hadn't read some of that Brautigan before and it's marvelous. You do know your way around some wonderful poetry. I'm going to find some for you. I'm sick of being sick and laying in bed! I'm good for at least a half hour before I get tired and hacky again.

germ free es

You found some jewels, baby. Get rest, dammit. Get better. That's an order.

Ahhhhh! Thanks Beej (may I call you Beej? Has kind of a M*A*S*H ring to it) that was great! And Hell yeah, I'll try most things once (note: I didn't say anything).

And thanks, also, for the welcome.

I have some excellent brisket chili, and I'll just put half a drop of this stuff that says "total insanity sauce" in it for you. My mate was impressed by it even though he can eat wasabi by the spoonful and jabaneros by the handful. He is, as you may guess, completely insane. Even he was impressed by this particular sauce.

There ya go. Your sinuses are clear, as well as, I would bet, the sinuses of everyone you love and everyone on your block. And we've just raised your Yang by a factor of ten, I suspect.

beej is just fine. I love nicknames. bienvenue, sugar.

bj

 

[Homburg]

*snarls, grumbles, and is entirely unsocial in a dark corner somewhere*

 

[RhymeSmith]

A little haiku?

A cozy cafe
Hot Tea warms my body
Breathing easy

I hope I counted the on correctly... If not, oh well...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Don't worry at all about the poem just glad to know that you did get it I was wondering if it was flying around somewhere in the ether! Be nice to know what you think but Champ and WomanPariah bolstered up my nerve to submit it. Got to go and look now and see if anyone has slated it!

 

[RhymeSmith]

If you are strange you have come to the right place ..... Bijou gives strange a bad name or is that a good name lol

Tho' others perhaps differently opine,
Of Bijou I have naught but good to say.
I wouldn't call her "bad," but naughty's fine,
Let's see what she has in store for us today.

BTW - nice to meet you.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Fixtures, anyone? This one is . . . memorable. And so wrong.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Tho' others perhaps differently opine,
Of Bijou I have naught but good to say.
I wouldn't call her "bad," but naughty's fine,
Let's see what she has in store for us today.

BTW - nice to meet you.

You jest Bijou is extreeeeeeeeeeemely bad and purposely shocks me all the time

and as for that Pandora it's another one for smacked bottom and sending to bed

 

[SecretOrchid]

Can I try?

White cotton panties in the snow
Invisible against the glare
When came the spring and the new thaw
His indiscretion just lay there

(snow and thaw don't really work. )

 

[RhymeSmith]

Oh, I don't know... the meter's fine, and you got a good rhyme on 2/4. 1/3 doesn't have to rhyme... worst case, you could consider it a couplet with a really long meter

or, perhaps

you could substitute "meltwaters flow" or perhaps "and meltings flow," for "and the new thaw"

 

[PandoraGlitters]

You jest Bijou is extreeeeeeeeeeemely bad and purposely shocks me all the time

and as for that Pandora it's another one for smacked bottom and sending to bed

Oooh. Ok, smacked bottoms are a theme for me today then. Thanks for the inspiration!

 

[Angeline]

Fixtures, anyone? This one is . . . memorable. And so wrong.

Oh my god! That is just the funniest thing. Very wrong and very funny. One can only wonder how many people over the years walked past the light switch in grandma's kitchen and noticed that.

Hello everyone. RhymeSmith, nice to meet you. I like your name.

 

[champagne1982]

I just discovered something quite inadvertently. Did you know that if you double click the numbers of posts in a thread it breaks it down into who posted annnnnd how many times they have on that thread?

Could be a stat that creates all kinds of competition to be THE thread whore... °º°·hic!☺▫·°°˚·∞hic I'm playing with my charmap workout for the blog thread ...

 

[Guest]

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[champagne1982]

After 6 years here, finally notice that?

Well, I'm not one to play around with pushing buttons ...



really.

 

[Guest]

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[champagne1982]

Sure you do. You do mine all the time. In a good way of course.

Those are buttons??

my mistake​

 

[RhymeSmith]

RhymeSmith, nice to meet you. I like your name.

Hi Angeline, nice to meet you too. I understand you've been ill. I hope you're feeling better. I've had a cold come on in the last couple of days, myself. Not fun.

Thanks for the compliment on my handle. I like yours too. Very pretty.

... memorable. And so wrong.

Amen to that. I wonder if it was deliberate or just an oversight? Either way, it looks like a bad idea to me.