Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 26 Apr 09 - 03:40 PM Elipsis marks: Elipsis (singular), elipses (plural). According to the style manuals, an elipsis indicates that something has been left out, and in narrative writing often indicates that the reader may fill in what he or she believes the missing word or phrase might be. The standard elipsis within a sentence is three periods (dots), preferably with a space between each period, thus: "If . . . then. . . ." If the elipsis falls at the end of the sentence, one should then use four periods, indicating the existence of an elipsis (three dots) followed by a fourth dot (a period), indicating the end of the sentence. [Thank you, Mrs. Beasley.] Don Firth |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Rifleman (inactive) Date: 26 Apr 09 - 03:48 PM SS Type Montague Rhodes James into Youtube you'll find several great readings by Robert Powell in the role of Monty James (this much more interesting that WAV isn't it? *LOL*) |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 26 Apr 09 - 03:48 PM OR and there's more... OR let me think... |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Rifleman (inactive) Date: 26 Apr 09 - 03:59 PM Ummm...Mr. Firth, I believe I've already explained that M.R. James had his tongue planted firmly in his cheek when writing about the "dots" Monty James didn't take himself TOO seriously at times and had a ridiculous sense of humour. Anyway DOGGEREL please!! (let us have a few more !!!!!!!!!!!! *LOL*) |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 26 Apr 09 - 04:01 PM Thanks for reminding me, Rifleman - I'd forgot about the Powell readings so it'll be nice to revisit them. 1986!? How time flies... Never thought about searching YouTube for M R James - lots to explore, including the Christopher Lee programmes too, which recreate Monty's readings to delightful effect. I once met Christopher Lee in Durham Cathedral (during the filming of Ivanhoe), and had a casual ten minute conversation with him without once twigging who he was, even though my friend stood by open mouthed the whole time. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 26 Apr 09 - 04:03 PM UKers should look in next few minutes. Not spectacular but not easy to find normally. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Rifleman (inactive) Date: 26 Apr 09 - 04:26 PM "1986!?" Robert Powell readings: Christmas in 1986, under the title of Classic Ghost Stories.The series ran from 25-30 December 1986 |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Don Firth Date: 26 Apr 09 - 05:10 PM < pedant > Lest someone point it out before I do myself, all of the "elipses" in my above post should be spelled with a double L, as in "ellipsis." pedant > Don Firth |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 27 Apr 09 - 03:12 AM woops, wrong thread. |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 27 Apr 09 - 04:45 AM Poem 25 of 230: UBUD At Bali's Ubud, I wound myself down: Having done Asia, It was just the town - Before Australia And work to be found. Staying in a hut (Traditional 'twas), Beside rice paddies, And just eight dollars, My mind was at ease - Calm like a scholar's. I read and I mused Over where I'd been; Saw Monkey Jungle, Which is cool and green; And, from a bundle, Chose an artist's seen. At night, a gecko - Friendly, on the wall; By day, a farmer - At his rice-toil; And, always, culture - Ubud's worth a call. From walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com Or blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 27 Apr 09 - 05:27 AM The series ran from 25-30 December 1986 I don't doubt it, Rifleman; my alarm was that it was so long ago! Still, each Christmas without fail Monty is high on the agenda, be it in print, or on TV, or record. Last year I was reading Phil Rickman's The Fabric of Sin, set around the enigmatic Templar church at Garway where he alludes to a spooky incident that befell Monty during his visit there in 1917, after which he wrote to Gwendolen McBryde, "We must have offended something or somebody at Garway... Next time we shall know better". Having been to Garway, I can well believe it... Lest someone point it out before I do myself, all of the "elipses" in my above post should be spelled with a double L, as in "ellipsis." It was tempting, Don, but saving the odd bad egg, are we not gentlemen after all? |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 27 Apr 09 - 07:37 AM PS: (let us have a few more !!!!!!!!!!!! *LOL*) The exclamation point is shorthand for the Latin Io, which means, of course Joy, as in And "Io, io, io!" By priest and people sungen - so you can't have enough ! in my opinion. In knowing this, however, how do we then interpret This I wonder? Well, that first post is obvious enough - the joy of breasts leading to the car becoming embedded in a soft verge... A likely enough scenario I would have thought! (!!). And Brian O'Linn he dug up his mother and covered her skull with a hundred white feathers and he hoisted it high on the church steeple then - "That's a westerly wind," said Brian O'Linn! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 27 Apr 09 - 08:19 AM ...I bet that hedge has seen a few "Parus majors," SS!! |
Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Donuel Date: 27 Apr 09 - 01:33 PM This song always eases whatever troubles you You only need some mirrors and sturdy wordy glue Yet it all can come apart with six quick sneezes and a loud resounding fart the sixth sheik's sixth sheep got sex sick with a pathogen quite brand new So never trouble trouble cuz if trouble troubles you You could stumble in trouble's rubble and the flu could stick to you |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 28 Apr 09 - 04:26 AM Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER While picking onions at Echuca, Betimes I came across a Man who was, he said, by trade a picker. A compact and stocky physique had he; Kind he was to first-time me - Advising, "You should pick 'em on your knee." Then he told me of his long-kept plan Of travel by caravan To pick seasoned crops, over a wide span. But workers' rates, I knew, were non too fair - Twenty dollars a tonne, there, Was all the onion-crop owner could spare. Though (with tally taken by some louse, And told to see owner or spouse), Believe me, they lived in some kind of house. From walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 28 Apr 09 - 12:48 PM As at this toxic thread I stare, I meet a man who is not there. Not yesterday, nor yet today. And yet, he never goes away. He seeth not, nor understands, But somehow seems to have his hands Or some device, obscure and hexed For flooding cyberspace with text. Diane von und zu Schlumdogger Ein leerer Tag ist für Uberhaupt Berlin, 1925 |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 28 Apr 09 - 01:22 PM It could be worse He could fill cyberspace with verse stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: High Hopes (inactive) Date: 28 Apr 09 - 01:57 PM "It could be worse He could fill cyberspace with verse" The attempt is being made I am afraid. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: robomatic Date: 28 Apr 09 - 02:15 PM walkabouts verse for better or worse is attractin' some interactin' and many thoughts deep are making their creep from the enlightened skull like barnicle to hull- |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 29 Apr 09 - 04:55 AM Poem 86 of 230: ROBOTS In factories, I've spent sometime Working machines Whose goods should rhyme - Moulding machines, Whose plastic shots Are sorted by Auto. robots... Well, now robots - Before 'twas folks: Process workers. Employment hoax? From walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Donuel Date: 29 Apr 09 - 03:18 PM The other side of night Before I fall asleep I feel my heart beating I feel it in my fingers, Sometimes I feel it skip a beat As if surprised by a lover They say the other side of night There is a tunnel with a great blast of light Maybe mine will be a splash of color where sounds and smells replace the light as I fade into all the others. I don't fear the very last beat By then my old age retreats And looks back with the joy of youth While my youth looks forward in sadness meeting halfway with acceptance and gladness Good people share kind thoughts in the end they take care how they share it with others. They know their heart beats just like yours as yours beat within your mother. So in the end thank you Amos for all the verse Rapaire thank you for all the wit Thanks Spaw, for the funny and perverse and to Severn whose puns never quit To Rob omatic who thinks himself a foil or foe enigmatic I say you're an autobot stuck in an endless loop Always yelling Up yours I'm better than the group. So when you cross over to the other side and you wander the tunnel blindly To you I say go to hell but to you I say it kindly. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 30 Apr 09 - 05:24 AM Poem 200 of 230: THE PLASTICS OF POETRY As melt to shot (Right on the spot, Or flashed or short), Poets mould thought. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 01 May 09 - 04:39 AM ...Hello, hello..? Poem 148 of 230: AUDIENCE LOST I returned, again, To what they pen - The free-verse poets: Deep prose in sets... I could read, again, Of Mice and Men. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 01 May 09 - 05:16 PM I just heard a "poem" from the new "Poet Laureate" (on The Verb, BBC 3), which, to me, sounded more like the setting of a scene in a novella, or suchlike - again. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 01 May 09 - 07:04 PM The issue is not free verse versus structured verse, really, WAV. Doggerel--humorous rhyming--is ubiquitous, and so is cheap sentiment jammed into rhymes. But neither doggerel nor Hallmark sentiments make a poet. A |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Bee-dubya-ell Date: 01 May 09 - 09:25 PM If I ever have a dog, I'll name it "Doggerel" And I'll paper train it using Hallmark greeting cards Perhaps that's why the Hallmark shop and the pet store Are next door to one another at the mall |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 02 May 09 - 05:16 AM For centuries, Amos, the challenge (and joy) of poetry was to say things WITHIN the limits of metre and/or rhyme - to hell with those who said to hell with that! Poem 118 of 230: WHALLEY ABBEY...WHAT TALES? - AUTUMN 2000 Cistercian monks have clearly been - Their Abbey's ruins can still be seen; And, sounding for centuries before, Calder flows have passed - seeking the shore. Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed - Their manor houses reused and unscathed. Through beautiful gardens insects fly - The ruins of folk just a pass-by; And, by viaduct, trains pass above - Folk thereby viewing a town I love. Anglers and C. of E. delegates, Hikers and tourists, have crossed the gates... Opportunistic masons, kings-men, Model makers, Turner, and men who pen... Perhaps the witches came down from the hill, And do ghosts haunt - still questing their fill..? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 02 May 09 - 04:07 PM the challenge (and joy) of poetry Well there's wix words I never expected to see in a WAV thread. Otherwise... Did you make it to Whalley church, WAV? The bulk of the abbey choir stalls & misericords reside here (as carved by one Mr Eatough circa 1430) complete with moral proverbs in English verse(who so melles hym of yat al men dos let hym cum heir and shoe the ghos) and French prose (Penses molt et parles pou. Be sure to check it out next time you're passing. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 02 May 09 - 04:08 PM Wix Words? Cursed alliteration! Six words, of course... |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 03 May 09 - 05:13 AM Okay, S.S. - it's certainly one place I'd like to revisit; and, by the way, that first chap appears to be in a text-book hammer-position of the tennis-serve... Poem 223 of 230: SERIOUS SERVING We were taught "stand in-plane, like a golfer" - Who started this "aim at the umpire"?! From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jack Blandiver Date: 03 May 09 - 03:21 PM that first chap appears to be in a text-book hammer-position A natural position for a blacksmith I would have thought. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: High Hopes (inactive) Date: 03 May 09 - 04:05 PM "that first chap appears to be in a text-book hammer-position" and here's me thinking it had something to do with that ancient Scottish art of throwing heavy objects around. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 03 May 09 - 04:56 PM ...never seen a Scot toss a caber with that technique...does look a bit like Andy Murray, mind. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 04 May 09 - 05:01 AM Poem 66 of 230: TO SCOTLAND, AGAIN By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow, these I did vista... Some sheep, blotched vividly with blue, Filing down a well-worn path, Did form a long woolly lath, Aimed at a lusher greener hue. A farmer on a four-wheeler: His canine friend close beside. A horse not on call to ride: On leave - a no-shoe non-heeler! Convex pastures with heath-moorland; And flatter grain-planes below: Cropped, awaiting till-and-sow - Perhaps with grazing beforehand. Passed Edwin Waugh territory, Cumbria's sharp forms and tones Compelled sense off seat-cramped bones To their well-honed long-read story. Further north, farms of slighter falls: One a black-sheep specialist, With some Friesians on the list - All held between old dry-stone-walls. The Lakes behind, a strong Scotch mist Changed the sun to a full-moon And hid scenery, till soon - Light, and the wide scenes on Burns' list. New farms harnessing the wind's blow, Old white-and-grey-cottage views; Plus pines, espousing the hues - In distinct leaf-tones - of Glasgow. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,EricTheOrange Date: 04 May 09 - 07:04 AM these I did vista... Ouch! Hark! Do I hear the sound of the English language sobbing? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 04 May 09 - 11:18 AM These I did Vista? Not on my Mackintosh Mista Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Donuel Date: 04 May 09 - 11:24 AM If you google the worst poet ever You will find an Englishman quite unclever I posted his works on a poetry forum and got incredible praise for 'em. To me the praise was very funny for the worst poet for your money When I told 'em what they really were I was banished for 'Ever more'. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Doug Chadwick Date: 04 May 09 - 11:33 AM If you google the worst poet ever You will find an Englishman ……? When I Google "the worst poet ever", the first four hits are for McGonagall. DC |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: High Hopes (inactive) Date: 04 May 09 - 12:15 PM Hark! Do I hear the sound of the English language sobbing? yes and gnashing of teeth, unearthly wailings, and the rendering of clothing |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Jeri Date: 04 May 09 - 12:17 PM I suppose you'd have to eat a lot of drippy greasy food to render your cloth, eh? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 04 May 09 - 12:19 PM I think you mean the rending of clothing, High Hopes; it's really difficult to spread clothing on walls, and even harder to boil it down to make soap. Tim in pedant mode... (Is a pedant just a peasant with a really bad cold?) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 04 May 09 - 12:19 PM "Vista" - poetic licence, Mister. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: High Hopes (inactive) Date: 04 May 09 - 12:37 PM Vista: a dead end platform from Microsoft "it's really difficult to spread clothing on walls" not if you frame it and then hang it on the wall, it's been done. High Hopes - art critic for the Much-Binding-in-the-Marsh Post |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 04 May 09 - 01:36 PM WAV; even poetic licence should make sense. 'Vista' is a noun, not a verb. Have you got a poetic license, or did you fail on reversing couplets and three-point stanzas? Tim |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 04 May 09 - 02:12 PM It's abba, so you come up with a better rhyme than "vista" with "Manchester", Mister. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 04 May 09 - 02:28 PM By all means use 'vista', just don't use it as a verb! I see this particular effort dates from your 'superfluous hyphens' period. I think I prefer the 'excessive commas' period myself. What do others think? Tim |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 04 May 09 - 04:38 PM 'These things I saw' would be English and nearly rhyme with Manchester, particularly in local pronunciation Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 04 May 09 - 04:54 PM Thanks, Stu - I think I'll change it to: By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow, these are sights I saw... |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Stu Date: 05 May 09 - 04:54 AM By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow, my grollies are polyester. . . . or . . . By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow home of Rab, the string-vester. . . . or . . . By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow, where liveth many a Buckfast investor. . . . or . . . By coach from central Manchester - In-between stops at Bolton, Carlisle and Hamilton - To Glasgow, where Whelks never fester. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Stu Date: 05 May 09 - 04:54 AM 200! |