A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[butters]

Those are quite good.

they move me. but then i love driftwood and i love the shape and movement, the lines of horses. the wood works so well for the other animals too. do you appreciate the artistic qualities of horseflesh, tso? or do you just want to set light to a source of fuel? *wonders what the sculptures would look like aflame...*

 

[HarryHill]

getcha coat, you pulled....

What?

 

[butters]

What?

lmao

it means you get to go home with the chick - you 'pulled'

 

[HarryHill]

lmao

it means you get to go home with the chick - you 'pulled'

Hot damn, lets stop at the pharmacy on the way home

 

[butters]

Hot damn, lets stop at the pharmacy on the way home

why, you have a headache? :blinkz:

 

[HarryHill]

why, you have a headache? :blinkz:

not yet

 

[butters]

not yet

hahahahahahhahahahahahaaa

 

[Tsotha]

they move me. but then i love driftwood and i love the shape and movement, the lines of horses. the wood works so well for the other animals too. do you appreciate the artistic qualities of horseflesh, tso? or do you just want to set light to a source of fuel? *wonders what the sculptures would look like aflame...*

I suppose I just appreciate the skill needed to assemble something like that with sea-wood.

(That's what driftwood is, right? It amuses me that there is a word for something like that. There isn't anything like that on the coast, here.)

 

[butters]

I suppose I just appreciate the skill needed to assemble something like that with sea-wood.

(That's what driftwood is, right? It amuses me that there is a word for something like that. There isn't anything like that on the coast, here.)

*nods* driftwood is just wood that's been washed up by the tide onto the beach.

are there strong currents that drive flotsam and jetsum past your shores?

i don't know how much of those sculptures is driftwood and how much just deadwood that's never seen the sea.

 

[October46]

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/195864/a-poet-walks-into-a-bar/

You are welcome Butters!

 

[HarryHill]

*nods* driftwood is just wood that's been washed up by the tide onto the beach.

are there strong currents that drive flotsam and jetsum past your shores?

i don't know how much of those sculptures is driftwood and how much just deadwood that's never seen the sea.

Some of it (the lion) seems to be made of antlers

 

[butters]

You are welcome Butters!

cheers.

it's netiquette to credit sources if not your own, and protects you from calls of plagiarism and so on.

 

[Tsotha]

*nods* driftwood is just wood that's been washed up by the tide onto the beach.

are there strong currents that drive flotsam and jetsum past your shores?

i don't know how much of those sculptures is driftwood and how much just deadwood that's never seen the sea.

The currents are strong, but i think it's more the case that the coast here is about six hundred unbroken kilometers of sand, with dunes going inland. The only vegetation on them is a bit of grass here and there. Fascinating fauna, though, for such a fragile system.

EDIT: jetsum? A sum of jet airplanes?

 

[butters]

Some of it (the lion) seems to be made of antlers

i need to go look - but, again, how amazing is that?

are those fb pics up yet, harry?


*shivers*

 

[HarryHill]

i need to go look - but, again, how amazing is that?

are those fb pics up yet, harry?


*shivers*

cold baby? I'll go look now

 

[October46]

cheers.

it's netiquette to credit sources if not your own, and protects you from calls of plagiarism and so on.

cool, that's why I got back to you so fast, didn't want an author to beat me up!

 

[butters]

The currents are strong, but i think it's more the case that the coast here is about six hundred unbroken kilometers of sand, with dunes going inland. The only vegetation on them is a bit of grass here and there. Fascinating fauna, though, for such a fragile system.

EDIT: jetsum? A sum of jet airplanes?

sorry, tso, my typo - jetsam

it's all debris floating in the water, but jetsam relates to things deliberately thrown into the water rather than accidentally i.e through a wreck

as to the lack of vegetation, the driftwood can come from anywhere around the world and prevailing currents will depend on where stuff gets deposited...

 

[butters]

cold baby? I'll go look now

cold?
no

excited?
oh yeah

cool, that's why I got back to you so fast, didn't want an author to beat me up!

fisticuffs? nevva
might throw a heavy book at you or slice you with rapier wit...

 

[Tsotha]

sorry, tso, my typo - jetsam

it's all debris floating in the water, but jetsam relates to things deliberately thrown into the water rather than accidentally i.e through a wreck

as to the lack of vegetation, the driftwood can come from anywhere around the world and prevailing currents will depend on where stuff gets deposited...

Well, it isn't here. Either that, or we're using all our driftwood for horse sculptures, rather than letting it stay at the beach.

 

[butters]

Well, it isn't here. Either that, or we're using all our driftwood for horse sculptures, rather than letting it stay at the beach.

or using it for fuel

still, if the driftwood's not washing up, that probably means other sea debris isn't. ergo - clean beaches!

 

[Tsotha]

Indeed, except for what people deposit there. Which isn't little, at places. Other places are less frequented and clean.

I wrote a poem somewhere about it... About how wind lifts the sand up and throws it down the coast. Stings.

 

[butters]

Indeed, except for what people deposit there. Which isn't little, at places. Other places are less frequented and clean.

I wrote a poem somewhere about it... About how wind lifts the sand up and throws it down the coast. Stings.

when you find it, link me?

k, off for now as i plan on an earlyish start. tackling laying the stair carpet. at least, that's the plan

 

[Tsotha]

when you find it, link me?

k, off for now as i plan on an earlyish start. tackling laying the stair carpet. at least, that's the plan

Hm. You're not a very good poem, number 43.

Chill northeast wind's bite;
fine white sand's given flight
in a coast so gray and long.

Sharp alar razors of stone
go unseen in plain sight,
as bare feet plod along, alone.

Not a soul walks the night
to join hands in the cold
for a touch would ache to the bone.

Fire's a soul shining bold
marching on to a fight
that is meant to go untold.

 

[twelveoone]

Hm. You're not a very good poem, number 43.

Chill northeast wind's bite;
fine white sand's given flight
in a coast so gray and long.

Sharp alar razors of stone
go unseen in plain sight,
as bare feet plod along, alone.

Not a soul walks the night
to join hands in the cold
for a touch would ache to the bone.

Fire's a soul shining bold
marching on to a fight
that is meant to go untold.

what you got going on with the rhyme?

 

[Tsotha]

what you got going on with the rhyme?

You'd have to ask 5 months ago me. But it has a certain rhythm in my mind, of marching to a "fight". It doesn't sound bad, to me. But then, I don't really speak English, so it's irrelevant.