Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
I think too many people look at the arts with a religious outlook. Arts, music, singing and performing, it’s all make-believe.
~Vince Vaughn

Jazz came to America three hundred years ago in chains.
~Paul Whiteman

I believe only in art and failure.
~Jane Rule

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Posted from the Grove:
~Gary Larson: 8 Far Side Videos   (10:59)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIYLKh2wLdk&list=PLaSk8PahFuDGUo1l8rmkNrZeOxzTboEVU

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From Writers Platform:

Video Favorites:

~Bush: Alien   (6:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdK6z52zt1Y

~Elton John: Rocket Man   (7:42)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNNl3C0qvKg

Pink Floyd: Brain Damage/Eclipse   (5:20)
From: Dark Side of the Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CP7TqHXJDuQ

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Chat Snippets:

Piffin: my wallet is in my other life, officer

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Piffin: sumbich even DREAMS he shot at my feet, he better flee the country

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Greymane: chile colorado
Piffin: by all means, throw that in with a lot of beer
Piffin: it’s gonna be gastrointestinal magic by 2AM

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Piffin: thing is, the second i give this damn body an inch, it will think it’s in charge … good bad or indifferent, i’m driving this mess. i hate when it drives me

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Greymane: great eyes too she has the waif look goin on… whole novels goin on in the eyes

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/27) @6pm PT/9 ET is: rebel, sunset

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: Saigon, suitable

~Piffin: “Still”

One fist
Two fist
Red fist
Blue fist
Sucker-punch politics
A razor-kissed wrist
Nobody loses
If nobody wins
The television prattles on
The laundromat spins
For monkeys working skyscrapers
Monkeys driving cars
Three-piece suitable
They pack the trendy bars
They talk about portfolios
And bipartisan schemes
They talk and talk and talk and talk
To cover up the screams
Of something they push down inside
Something they used to be
Something that’s got its desperate hands
Around the throat of me
They’re all wrong
It’s all right
I never cared at all
Which puppet sits the oval throne
All empires have to fall
This one’s not failing fast enough
Though dying by degrees
This one’s not failing fast enough
For those here on our knees
With our nosebleed Saturdays
Courtesy: Saigon
Traipsing through the poppies
With our hightops on
We’re off the see the wizard
We’re off the see the queen
We’re off to ask the gods
How they all got so mean
To leave us at the mercy
Of our own stupid minds
The take the juice
The meat
The pulp
And leave us with the rinds
To hint at the miraculous
Then leave us in the lurch
With nothing but our holy sites
This topless bar, this church
This tabernacle
Capital dome
Rotting on a hill
I strain to hear the angels
But the air is still

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~BarTalk: A United Welcome

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No Impromptu this week

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