Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
His act may start out slow, but it tapers off.
~Lawrence Welk

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
~Douglas Adams

They were so good, I could hardly wait to get out of there.
~Lawrence Welk

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Posted from the Grove:

“Hi Stranger” Claymation video   (2:43)
Can someone be creeped out into feeling better? Good question
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/hi-stranger-creepy-claymation-video_us_58d148d2e4b00705db52eac5?vgreo2akiuf6v9rudi&&utm_medium

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MARS   (4:32)
Flyover clips of Mars’ surface featuring otherworld formations of such strange beauty as to make a body wonder what other worlds hold
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1WWksp/:1Co8ewuLR:Xl_S!lFE/

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Requests from the Platform:

~Counting Crows: Holiday In Spain   (3:44)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQZ6MPjdgPQ

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~Kings of Leon: On The Chin   (3:43)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp06ajfnxz4

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Prewritten for Thurs (03/30) @6pm PT/9 ET is: girl scout, razor

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: collection, color

~Piffin: “Color Be Culled”

Got a tongue gone dumb
Got it good compared to some
Got a callus on my thumbprint from the wheel
Got my bug out bag
Got my wrongs, with rights to brag
Got some bones upon the flag above my keel
You all know my face
My collection basket case
And my almost-won-the-race banana peel
Every rainbow goes
Every rhyme and bit of prose
Like a perfect summer rose beneath my heel
With this science glass
With this deli butane gas
With this handprint on my ass to keep it real
Every sense falls numb
Every prize, an empty sum
Like this callous on my thumbprint from the wheel

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~Greymane: His Collection

He sat beneath the same old sky and listened to the breeze
He wasn’t sure whose song it was
The tempest or the trees
He thought of all that time had taken
Dancing on his throat
He thought of all the colors painting distant antidotes

An echo through the misty hills
through hazy salmon skies
Another moment more of sun
Another sad good bye
The day just fades away again
Beneath a moments touch
Collections of his memories don’t seem to matter much

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~BarTalk: The Pig-Meant Love

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Impromptu: Be a spittoon @German sex club

~Piffin: “Das Romantische”

Hamburg
Open wide
Regnerisch nacht
Bedding here softer than a hostel
Barefoot
Kneepads
Throat linked and locked
The ambience damn near Pentecostal
Finish him
Kiss me
In your gartered thigh
Fill me with your soft disease
Finish him
Kiss me
In your suit and tie
Finish me
Finish me
Please

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~BarTalk: Vanilla Sex Toy

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Quoted in the Grove:
I don’t believe in psychology. I believe in good moves.
~Bobby Fischer

I like the moment when I break a man’s ego.
~Bobby Fischer

Chess is life.
~Bobby Fischer

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Posted from the Grove:
Optical Illusions: Lots of them
http://timezoff.com/view/mesmerising-optical-illusions-that-work-on-98-of-people/?src

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Mobula Rays Go Airborne to Meet a Mate (3:01)
(Go full screen early for best effect)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oz6zOyZpYTY

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Favorites from the Platform:

~Lykke Li: Get Some   (3:24)
Raw, primitive
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TTPGAy5H_E

~Chris Isaak: Wicked Game   (4:03)
Seductive, elegant
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D3Nl1GZzuw

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Quoted from the Platform:
Dear Reader:
Prickly moral questions, matters of the heart, plans for the weekend: all have their uncertainties, open-ended issues in want of wisdom or good advice. Given desperate circumstances, a Ouija Board will suffice. Below are three quotes drawn from Chat history during last Thursday’s Word Game. Possibly, one of these will address your need. Good luck.

~E: my addictions need to glitter in the moonlight, or why bother

~E: not caring is half the battle. unfortunately, “caring beyond redemption” is the other half

~S: every time yer drunk enuff to tell someone, yer too drunk to tell someone

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Prewritten for Thurs (03/23) @6pm PT/9 ET is: collection, color

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:
~xxxcometxxx: spring

tis rather dark in the earth today
said one little bulb to his brother
but i thought that i felt a sunbeam ray
we must strive and grow till we find the way and they nestled close to each other they struggled and toiled by day and by night till two little snowdrops in green and in white rose out of the darkness and into the light then softly kissed one another

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Prewritten: jinx, pyramid

~Greymane: Forgotten

Secrets held in ancient chambers deep beneath the sand
Whisper soft on desert winds too cold to understand
Doors to treasured mysteries wrapped tight in cryptic jinx
Lie sleeping in the silent ground beneath the mighty sphinx
Long forgotten knowledge waits in passages below
The shadows of the pyramids hide things we’ll never know

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~BarTalk: Dial Death, not-a-ku

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Impromptu: ace, vent

~Piffin: ku

Lead vented Sopwith
Becker holes in my canvas
I’ll never make ace

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~Greymane: Impromptu

Mona was a recluse but she never lost a game
She’d leave ’em broke an owin’ more, afraid to say her name
From far and wide the comers came but not a comer went
She’d defeat them then she’d eat them in her web inside the vent
The legend grew but they all knew her prosperous disgrace
Eight eyes and arms and eight silk sleeves to hide the winning ace

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~BarTalk: Maties

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Quoted in the Grove:
Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin his novel.
~Vita Sackville-West

Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think about what you shall write.
~William Cobbet

There are no signposts in the sea.
~Vita Sackville-West

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Posted from the Grove:

Requests from the Platform:
Three that run the gamut this week: from freaky Alice Cooper, to the tender melancholy of Sara Bareilles and the scrumptious harmonies of Dion and The Belmonts.

~Alice Cooper: I Love the Dead
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v3VZ-kQn4s

~Sara Bareilles: Gravity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEXhAMtbaec

~Dion and The Belmonts: Where or When
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2YI4lEK_wo

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Prewritten for Thurs (03.216) @6pm PT/9 ET is: pyramid, jinx

@Writers Platform

Prewritten: tithe, train, solemn

~Piffin: “Diesel”

This city is solemn
As the moon behind a cloud
When the night feeds the gutters
And the trains get loud
There are too many
Neon-littered shadows to roam
There are too many
Children calling sidewalks home
Where the crime rate is rampant
But you do what you can
And I’ve got me a buddy
With a black step van

I wear me an outfit
Made of friction tape
And nails and rubber
And taffeta and crepe
I slide through the alleys
Like a latte spill
I’m drawn to the violence
A coyote to a kill
Don’t own me a pistol
But you do what you can
Got a bat and a buddy
With a black step van

I rise with the streetlamps
And I jump to the cry
Of an urchin at the mercy
Of some savage psycho guy
Taking tax from her purity
A punch and a writhe
‘Til I show up with my slugger
And I tithe and I tithe
You can’t save all the angels
But you do what you can
Got a dozen dead rapists
In a black step van

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~Greymane: Waiting

She stands on the platform
Alone in the rain
Waiting for him to arrive
Some say she’s enamored
Some say she’s insane
Some say she is barely alive

She waits for a promise to step off the train
A promise that never appears
He’d be back in the spring but then spring never came
… She’s waited for forty-three years

Forty-three years every mourning
is like going to church every day
The distance that hits without warning
depends how the shadows will play

I thought I might ask her a question
I whispered it soft in her ear
From where I had been I could see where she was and I told her there’s nothing to fear

I asked her to gather the moments
from now until never again
and I told her to put them all back in her heart
and don’t stand, ever, waiting for men

She then turned with a look of denial she’d not smiled for forty-three years
and said, “I do fine with my weed and my wine awaiting what never appears.”

With nodded supportive approval I turned and I floated away
From where I had been I could see where she was
but it’s further back home every day

My solemn intentions offending
Her loyalty feeding on needs
If you tithe with your heart in the church of despair
you will drown every time that it bleeds

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~MissMerry: Song of Death and Joy

To be sung in the Gospel style with vocal harmonies, guitar and fiddle

Death is here
In every breath,
in every moment
He’s standing in our shadow
every minute of the day
He only knows
in the days and hours he’s counting
just when will come the moment
we must go with him some day.

Death is here,
Some days a close companion
as he’s standing by and watching
sending caution to our ways
All of us know
Times he offered kindly mercy
When we did some things
we shouldn’t , and
He did not make us pay.

A day comes for all
when we stand beside the fallen
a friend, a lover, or another-
Our hearts break with his pain.
His breath may be scarce
and his heartbeat barely gotten
all attempts to make him better
will sadly be in vain.

In the corner you’ll sense
just a rustling in a shadow
a subtle change of light and dark
as the hours tick away
Death is here
For it’s time for him to take him
to stand in light of glory
as he leaves us here today.

We must not despair
our lives on earth are fleeting
the few years our hearts are beating
we should fill with joy and song
We sing this refrain
and live life to be worthy
to ride that train to heaven
where you know your soul belongs

Death is here
In every breath,
in every moment
He’s standing in our shadow
every minute of the day
He only knows
in the days and hours he’s counting
just when will come the moment
we must go with him some day.

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~BarTalk: Obit

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Impromptu: cruel, faucet

~Piffin: “Rental”

I need a cold drink
But this kitchen sink
Is rusted, its pipes all misshapen
This faucet is cruel
The plumber’s a tool
Throwing eyes at my ass in this apron

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~Greymane: Grey Date

A log on the fire, the faucet still on,
a humm fading off in the night
Edwin and June unexplicably gone
Reports of mysterious lights
They called in the army and then the marines
but nothing of substance was found
except stories of peoples in flying machines
and circular burns on the ground
A newsworthy incident past comprehension
not something you see everyday
They encountered a wrinkle in other dimensions
or a cruel tete a tete with a Grey

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~BarTalk: The Moor’s Lament

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