Wake for Byron: All that and a bag of chips...

[Saint Peter]

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[Lancecastor]

I for one am happy to see you moving on, Noor.

( i was way past tired of hearing about him)

 

[Noor]

I for one am happy to see you moving on, Noor.

( i was way past tired of hearing about him)

You don't really move on, it stays part of you, you just get better at handling the loss. It's not like a break up or divorce. The relationship is frozen in time, nothing changes about that.

(So don't look here )

 

[Noor]

A memorial painting is being done by one of our friends who is a professional artist.
It is loaded with symbolism, representing aspects of his life including some from Lit.
I have seen it in progress. It is kind of a tombstone of sorts, since he does not have one.
It's interesting. I think he would have been amused.

 

[Fala]

You don't really move on, it stays part of you, you just get better at handling the loss. It's not like a break up or divorce. The relationship is frozen in time, nothing changes about that.

(So don't look here )

Noor....I can imagine it's like having a sense of "unfinished business"...where you feel it hovering over you...but you just don't know how to "finish" it.

May you remember him fondly...that is all one can do.

 

[Conager]

A memorial painting is being done by one of our friends who is a professional artist.
It is loaded with symbolism, representing aspects of his life including some from Lit.
I have seen it in progress. It is kind of a tombstone of sorts, since he does not have one.
It's interesting. I think he would have been amused.

Sounds interesting.

The best epitath is the quality of those that remember him.

 

[butters]

A memorial painting is being done by one of our friends who is a professional artist.
It is loaded with symbolism, representing aspects of his life including some from Lit.
I have seen it in progress. It is kind of a tombstone of sorts, since he does not have one.
It's interesting. I think he would have been amused.

he is missed; always remembered.

 

[Lancecastor]

Fuck off; you're just here for the chips.

ahaha!

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

Byron's day.



Noor, he shared so many things with us, but you had the lioness's share.



He kept his original handle.

His Lit I.D. page still has a link to Emerson, Lake & Palmer with H.R. Giger. The byline under his Lit handle is still "Frederick Fucking Chopin." His pic of Val Kilmer's version of Doc Holliday, and Doc's companion, Kate, reminds us that "Tombstone" was a well crafted film.

A quote from Rush's song, "Subdivisions." A picture of his keyboards and his mixer. I do not know what the logo on his t- shirt signifies.

He lists a birth date, if it was his, it was a momentous day to be born.

His information slots are filled with an amusing take on the "ancients."

A bolded quote from Hamlet.

His listing of Astronaut as occupation, speaks volumes, of his past interests in all things aeronautic.

His link to snarg.

(I visited, once.)

 

[Queersetti]

Byron's day.



Noor, he shared so many things with us, but you had the lioness's share.



He kept his original handle.

His Lit I.D. page still has a link to Emerson, Lake & Palmer with H.R. Giger. The byline under his Lit handle is still "Frederick Fucking Chopin." His pic of Val Kilmer's version of Doc Holliday, and Doc's companion, Kate, reminds us that "Tombstone" was a well crafted film.

A quote from Rush's song, "Subdivisions." A picture of his keyboards and his mixer. I do not know what the logo on his t- shirt signifies.

He lists a birth date, if it was his, it was a momentous day to be born.

His information slots are filled with an amusing take on the "ancients."

A bolded quote from Hamlet.

His listing of Astronaut as occupation, speaks volumes, of his past interests in all things aeronautic.

His link to snarg.

(I visited, once.)

I liked him anyway.

 

[Noor]

Noor....I can imagine it's like having a sense of "unfinished business"...where you feel it hovering over you...but you just don't know how to "finish" it.

May you remember him fondly...that is all one can do.

and I don't want to finish it.

he is missed; always remembered.

I liked him anyway.

Me too, sometimes against my better judgement

Byron's day.


Noor, he shared so many things with us, but you had the lioness's share.


He kept his original handle.
His Lit I.D. page still has a link to Emerson, Lake & Palmer with H.R. Giger. The byline under his Lit handle is still "Frederick Fucking Chopin." His pic of Val Kilmer's version of Doc Holliday, and Doc's companion, Kate, reminds us that "Tombstone" was a well crafted film.
A quote from Rush's song, "Subdivisions." A picture of his keyboards and his mixer. I do not know what the logo on his t- shirt signifies.
He lists a birth date, if it was his, it was a momentous day to be born.
His information slots are filled with an amusing take on the "ancients."
A bolded quote from Hamlet.
His listing of Astronaut as occupation, speaks volumes, of his past interests in all things aeronautic.
His link to snarg.
(I visited, once.)

Many of those things esp. the astronaut turned up in the painting.

It's funny how people can see the same person so differently.

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

I suppose that I see Byron, through the prism that was formed, by living with My Ogre Husband, for so long. What I saw, was a human being, a man. What was hidden from me, was you.

You let us know, when you chose let us know.

 

[Noor]

I suppose that I see Byron, through the prism that was formed, by living with My Ogre Husband, for so long. What I saw, was a human being, a man. What was hidden from me, was you.

You let us know, when you chose let us know.

I wasn't really planning on announcing his death here as I did.
I told someone in confidence when I found out, and somehow it spread like wildfire through the back channels.
Once I was sure his rl friends here knew, I started this thread without giving it a lot of thought.
I probably would have done it anyway, but I was hoping to contact people privately first.

Byron could be over protective and was very concerned that people would be mean to me because of him if they knew about me. That is not to say that no one here knew about us, some did, and some guessed, but it wasn't confirmed common knowledge. I also did not want to engage in any of our personal drama here, and with the except of one brief moment, I did not.

Byron was definitely human, as am I. We were/are both stubborn intense people who like challenges. Like every other relationship, we had our ups and downs until we got to a place of consensus, comfort and acceptance. We knew what we signed up for. It would have not been a dull life. There was no one quite like him, and according to him I was even weirder than he was

I don't know about your Ogre husband, but I hope at some point the Ogre dynamic changes for you guys.

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

I am glad that you two found each other.




The dynamics have been changing since we got together, in 1976.

 

[Noor]

I am glad that you two found each other.




The dynamics have been changing since we got together, in 1976.

Thanks!

Wishing for dynamics for the better More Teddy bear and less Ogre?

 

[Hard_Rom]

So We'll Go No More A-Roving

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.


George Gordon Byron
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-we-ll-go-no-more-a-roving-2/
(audio included)

 

[Hard_Rom]

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness
Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess:
The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain
The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again.

Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down;
It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own;
That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears,
And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.

Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,
Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest,
'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath—
All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.

Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,
Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene;
As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,
So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.


George Gordon Byron

 

[Hard_Rom]

They Say That Hope Is Happiness

They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first--they set the last;

And all that Memory loves the most
Was once our only Hope to be,
And all that Hope adored and lost
Hath melted into Memory.

Alas it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.


George Gordon Byron

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

June issue of New Yorker

"The Show That Never Ends"
-David Weigel

"Close to the Edge: How Yes’s Masterpiece Defined Prog Rock"
-Will Romano

Romano ends with a note of defiance, pointing out that Yes still hadn’t been accepted by the cultural élitists in charge of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. This spring, not long after the book’s publication, Yes was finally inducted—more than two decades after it became eligible. And yet Romano is right: there is something inspiring about the indigestibility of prog, which still hasn’t quite been absorbed into the canon of critically beloved rock and roll, and which therefore retains some of its outsider appeal. Often, we celebrate bygone bands for being influential, hearing in them the seeds of the new; the best prog provides, instead, the shock of the old.

Listeners who wonder what they have been missing should probably ignore E.L.P. entirely and head straight for “Close to the Edge”—or, if they want something a bit more bruising, “Red,” an austere album that a new version of King Crimson (including Bruford) released in 1974. One of the most underappreciated progressive-rock groups was Gentle Giant, but there was a reason for this neglect: none of the band members happened to be a great singer. So they used interlocking instrumental lines, shifting time signatures, and close harmonies to construct songs that seemed to occupy some phantom limb of music’s evolutionary tree.

Gentle Giant was one of the bands featured on “The Progressives,” the Columbia Records compilation, which turned out to have a hidden agenda: it was, in large part, a jazz album, seemingly designed to help prog fans develop a taste for Ornette Coleman, Charles Mingus, and Mahavishnu Orchestra. Jazz played an important but disputed role in the story of progressive rock. While some British bands were trying to turn inward, away from American influences, others were finding ways to forge new ties between rock and jazz. Indeed, Mahavishnu Orchestra, a jazz-fusion group led by the English guitarist John McLaughlin (who previously played with Miles Davis), is sometimes considered an honorary prog band—at the time, the distinctions between these genres could be hazy. And in Canterbury, in the southeast of England, a cluster of interconnected bands created their own jazz-inflected hybrids: Soft Machine, Matching Mole, Hatfield & the North. These are the bands most likely to charm—and perhaps convert—listeners who think that they hate progressive rock. Unlike the swashbucklers who conquered arenas, the Canterburians were cheerfully unheroic, pairing adventurous playing with shrugging, self-deprecating lyrics about nothing much.


http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/06/19/the-persistence-of-prog-rock

 

[sweepthefloor]

 

[thør]

Wishing for dynamics for the better More Teddy bear and less Ogre?

Indeed....

 

[LadyVer]

Gone, but not forgotten. He gave me hell when I was new, I thought, then I realized he liked to bullshit and could be really funny.

 

[Noor]

Note to BIE

Three years later, still here and yet gone.
As i was getting pumped full of every drug on the list but two the other night, i was calm. I didn't care. You were with me as you are and were in those times.
At one point, everything slowed down and my veins wouldn't accept anymore and it felt like my head was being unscrewed and I thought is this it now?
I swear I heard you yell "Hell no!" And quietly "sorry, not yet"

I wish you were still physically here, I miss your laughter so much, I am currently house bound, at times room bound, I can only be transported when the sun it down. We could be binge watching everything, for days.
It's strange this is happening the exact week you were missing.

Anyway so I kind of spent the week with you, binge watching stuff. My life on complete hold.

But next year, can we skip the medical crap? I look like a junkie and I miss nature!

You are still all that to me!

And, of course, I will check in on the usual suspects!

 

[Queersetti]

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[Que]

I just stop by Goodwill mostly because they have a good selection of those Mexican frozen bars. I went to browse the furniture section which is silly because I don't have room for any furniture in my little casita, and I don't need to store any.

Sitting on a table there was Tombstone. I always think of him as the Doc Holliday AV because that's when I happened to meet him, shortly before his demise.