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Archive for February, 2018

Quoted in the Grove:
People who are much too sensitive to demand of cripples that they run races ask of the poor that they get up and act just like everyone else in society
~Michael Harrington

That the poor are invisible is one of the most important things about them. They are not simply neglected and forgotten as in the old rhetoric of reform; what is much worse, they are not seen.
~Michael Harrington

Our affluent society contains those of talent and insight who are driven to prefer poverty, to choose it, rather than to submit to the desolation of an empty abundance. It is a strange part of the other America that one finds in the intellectual slums.
~Michael Harrington

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Posted from the Grove:

Ping Pong Concerto w/ NY Philharmonic   (1:39)
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/19/arts/music/ping-pong-new-york-philharmonic-lunar-new-year-gala.html

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Stale in the Icebox:

http://wordgrove.com/icebox.jpg

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Interactive Map with Heart (broken and otherwise)
NYC Edition:   https://cryinginpublic.com/
Compliments: Rusty’s Electric Dream #167

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Prewritten for Thurs 03.01 (6:00pm PT/9 ET)
Season: spring, Prompt: loop

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@Writers Platform:

 Glass Table:

 

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Prewritten: credit card

~Piffin:  “Tchotchke”

Solitary moonbeam
Rainy night Aspercreme
Hoping for a cameo
In someone else’s wet dream
Credit card nosebleed
Sidewalk strewn mustard seed
Weighing down the things we want
With things we didn’t need
Some people reach greatness
The rest—we die unknown
Alone
In small, cluttered rooms

 

thoreau: no credit card required

snow day

she finishes the home-knit
____(thick warm) (for me)
sweater, just in time

for our evening
____dog walk

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~BarTalk: Party

Cash no credit, card them
Free drinks first round
Gyrate, pump the sound up
Intoxicate, then round up
SexPot gets them wound up

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Impromptu: Season: winter, Prompt: visitor

~Piffin:

NYC winter
She used a red umbrella
What a damn tourist

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~Greymane:

Icy tourist bleeds
The frozen breath that Winter needs
Silence never feeds

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~Matttt: Transportation & Winter…

Traveling and tourist? What?

I’m stuck in this fucking taxi, and there’s no heat.
It’s god-damned cold in here.

Frozen, in taxi
The passenger shivering
Will it e’r be warm

I found a way to the taxi
in this town aside the Black Sea
It was freezing in there

If you think its all warm in the cab
You should really double down on the tab
You might just conclude
That the mood is too skewed
And that it’s far better to just confab.

And that’s the tooth

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~thoreau:

blooming too early
as the cold rain turns to snow –
poor white daffodil

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two nearly white dogs
bounding around the snowbanks –
dancing brown patches!

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 2

Jack Frost, visitor
flat ice for a calling card
outside the ER

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indoor visitors
ice outside warm beaver home
pups late season drop

 

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Quoted in the Grove:
Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know.
~Pema Chodron

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
~Mark Twain

Lose Faith. Pray anyway. Persist. We are made to persist, to complete the whole tour. That’s how we find out who we are.
~ Tobias Wolff

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Piffin: Random from the Platform

~Better Than Ezra: Daylight   (3:54)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fh1t951IMNY

~David Bowie: Lady Stardust   (3:12)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9ln_-4zaxg

The Fratellis: Whistle For The Choir   (3:36)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1oKBbReaOs

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

~Lyle Lovett: This Old Porch   (4:17)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbb3VtT3zYs

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Prewritten for Thurs 02/22 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): credit card

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: uprising, soup

~BarTalk: Poly-ticks

Stew in fermenting juices
Thin gruel of justice
Simmering tempers at bay
Leaves from a cooked book
Foment uprising-Soup’s on

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hot, souped up Stingray
up, rising to the challenge
lightning off the line

super sexy chef
Mickey Finn’s Spanish Fly Soup
uprising red head

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Impromptu: perpetual

~Piffin: “Snow

Perpetual adoration
Of a self I do not know
Has gotten me no farther
Than a windshield full of snow
I’m looking up to Heaven
But all I see is clouds
I’m looking for a soulmate
But all I see is crowds
I’m looking for an answer
But questions block the way
I’m looking for a reason
I can use to make you stay
So
Want a drink?

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~Greymane: untitled

Perpetual stagnation on the edge of always here
I try to find a calmer place with weed and too much beer
I gather up my pieces and I bid them fond farewell
Just another gorgeous Thursday on my merry way to Hell

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~Matttt: untitled

The perpetrator
Reached down to pet the Pet
As usual…
Perpetual

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~BarTalk: Pick of the Litter 

The question is perpetual
From canine/feline choose
Comfort dog, cat attitude
Life’s boon companion, or
The purring pet you will

 

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Quoted in the Grove:

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
~David Grayson

If you love someone, you say it, you say it right then, out loud, or the moment just passes you by.
From: My Best Friend’s Wedding

When it’s gone, you’ll know what a gift love was. You’ll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
~Ian McEwan

EndQuote:
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are those ‘It might have been.’
~John Greenleaf Whittier

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Platform Favorites: The Long Road Back to Love

~Lissie:  Many Rivers to Cross   (3:37)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RltalFavjcs&pbjreload=10

~Nora Jones:  Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow   (4:57)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hXH5gKIWEA

~Willie Nelson / Dyan Cannon:  Loving You Is Easier   (3:26)

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Prewritten for Thurs 02/15 (6:00pm PT/9 ET):  uprising, soup

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: Theme is:  devotion, in iambic pentameter

~Greymane: Solid Things

She captured her confusions whispered breath
and painted safer places she could hide
but Heaven lies across the bridge of death
much further than she dares herself decide

A journey cast against a failing breeze
Her trapeze alone devotion now and then
Enacting passage somewhere on her knees
The faces forming solid things again

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~Matt: Playing With a Meter

I know there is a limerick magic spell
That shows our ghost in which dry husk to dwell

But nary let your angst show sweat portrayed
Else you will watch all sunsets, sit, and pray…

And though you crave the basking, warming glow
You’ll ne’er soak from a noonday sun below.

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~BarTalk: Sacrifice

Storms of romance quell the quest for passion
For the willful lad and willing lass on
The Bridge. Cross it, cross it off as fashion
Sunder or surrender, love, not latch on

Give love everything or give it a miss
Embrace the kiss or give it the kiss-off
There be forces want to bless this union
The stars themselves approve, last devotions

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Impromptu:

~Greymane: untitled

Ship against the sea
Horizon fills her quiet sails
Waves fade into sky

Linen sails four-post bed
Nightly journey tucked in bed
Storms a-thunder cloudy Grey
Another midnight milky way
Dreams that ride the windy night
Shooting stars by candle light
Slumber pirates stealing dreams
The captain’s braver than she seems

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~Matttt: Shitty-ku

The weak deckhand pulled
And discovered his hands torn
Bleeding on the sail.

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 2

two meter sailors
sailing twenty meter yachts
two million in sales

skiff skimming waters
sing red sails in the sunset
I’m trusting in you

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Quoted in the Grove:

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.
~Peter De Vries

Life can only be understood backwards.
~Kierkegaard

Any philosophy that can be put in a nutshell belongs there.
~Sydney J Harris

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Platform Favorites: Unlucky In Love ~ Songs For The Moon Blind

~Ray Price: For The Good Times   (3:50)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phLlo_t-z-U

~Willie Nelson: Born To Lose   (3:18)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0F45hZ5EuoM

~Simon & Garfunkel: I Am a Rock   (4:22)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqkx7ZVOWYc

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Prewritten for Thurs 02/08 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): Challenge: iambic pentameter; Theme: devotion

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: tuna, funeral

~Piffin: “No Idea

I like autumn nights most
And I like cinnamon toast
I like tuna roles
And family funerals
That turn into a comedy toast
But I have no idea what I need

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~Greymane: ><> You Canned Tuna Fish … <><

Funeral mourning painted in gray
They say that it happens in threes
Another lost sailor has been castaway
by the winds and the scent of the seas
He followed his soul over water and waves
where seldom a sailor had gone
The hurricane promised them watery graves
that would come for them long before dawn
The crew and the captain had fisherman’s pride
and though they all prayed for the shore,
the tuna were boiling the moon painted tide
so they tossed the net over once more
The net swept him overboard dark and alone
The torrent had hidden his fate
No matter his struggle he sank like a stone
and ended up tuna fish bait

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~BarTalk: Omerta

Jack Knife and Shark Bite
Enforcers of the silence
Off’d a snitch done right
Attended Rat’s funeral
Deep6 feast the tuna will

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tune a piano
but no, you can’t tune a fish
Signed: Funeral Guest

tune a piano
and yes, you can tuna fish
sighed funeral’s ghost

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Impromptu: curtains

~Piffin: [Feb 2]

It’s curtains for me
I don’t like the idea but
Do we have a choice?

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~Greymane: Can’t Go Home

He hunched inside his overcoat and brushed the shoulder snow
The curtains drawing back as he arrived
His journey brought him back from where a man should never go
and he still was not quite sure he had survived
She opened with the chain and just an eye returned his view
The message he received was very clear
He didn’t say a word he just turned and he withdrew,
pulled the collar up around his empty ears

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~Matttt: 15 minutes on “Curtains”

There was absolutely no way they could have seen me. I mean, seriously… I was completely tucked away and not even the tips of my shoes were sticking out. And they couldn’t have heard my breathing, because I was purposefully taking long and slow breaths. But I just had to trust that they couldn’t hear my heart pounding in my ears, and my shoulders and knees rattling from fear.

So, I had absolutely no clue why the curtains snapped to the side and left me staring at the blaring beam coming from a flashlight.

That was the last thing I saw before there was this odd dreamlike sensation for a moment, followed by a strange smell of blood in my nose, the taste of the carpet, and a strange ringing in my ears.

I didn’t think I was going to stand again.

The reason I get into situations like this, is that I just don’t care. I’ve been beaten and broken so many times that the whole process feels numb to me anyway. So, I can take my assignments in stride and know that it could all end up like a really shitty day for me…

And months of recovery.

END

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

before and after
comedy or tragedy
the play’s great divide

 

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