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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

Rapparee 30 Mar 10 - 01:54 PM
Amos 30 Mar 10 - 02:44 PM
Acme 30 Mar 10 - 05:21 PM
Eiseley 30 Mar 10 - 08:29 PM
Rapparee 30 Mar 10 - 09:24 PM
Acme 30 Mar 10 - 11:21 PM
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Rapparee 31 Mar 10 - 12:28 AM
Amos 31 Mar 10 - 11:42 AM
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Rapparee 31 Mar 10 - 06:48 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 01:54 PM

It's also the title of a Dana Stabenow novel.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 02:44 PM

Freds and haggis
Freds and haggis
Good for you no matter what your baggis!
Here at home with Mother
You'll find these gems among the others!

Freds and Gluon
Freds and Gluon
It's an institution that you can't poo-poo on!
If you try to hide 'em
Mom has plenty more beside 'em!

Try, try try to minimize them
It's an illusion
Try, try try and you'll arrive
At this conclusion:

Freds and haggis
Freds and haggis
Thick with humor bad enough to gag us!
THis was proved by Mother:
If you don't like one
You don't get "none"
You just end up stuck with the ooooother!!

Frank Somewhatra
Vegas, 1981


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 05:21 PM

There is a one-note song playing in my back yard this afternoon. The AT&T guys pulled a length of 1/2" nylon webbing through the right-of-way above the back yard where the power and cable utilities already run. Later this week they'll pull copper wire through, attached to that cord/chord. I guess they got so many complaints about the terrible noise on the buried lines that they're finally fixing it. Meanwhile, that tune has some percussion with the gusts but plays only one note. A low hum of the nylon.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 08:29 PM

So you've traded the awful ground sound in the ground for a droning ground sound in the air. Methinks it's a bagpiper conspiracy.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 09:24 PM

Run some more webbing, but of different lengths. Create the biggest Aeolian harp in your part of Texas.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 11:21 PM

My neighbors might remark on my harping on the problem, though.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 Mar 10 - 11:23 PM

Well, just string 'em along, an don't get scared off by their dire overtones. Offer them a fifth.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 12:28 AM

Don't use nylon! Have some guts!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 11:42 AM

I think Rapaire pegged it. Or was pegged by it. In any case at least his speech centers appear intact...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 02:00 PM

Lackaday, ah me, a woe!
Mom again is sinking low!
Oh no! What can a body do,
When such an awful thing comes true?
We wring our hands, we weep and frown,
But Mom just keeps on sinking down!
Our weeping leads to fits of coughing!
Catastrophe is in the offing.
Oh where's the man can do the thinking,
And act to keep our Mom from sinking!
Rapaire is busy somewhere drinking
And Hawkster stands in raptured blinking!
Oh send us please some famous hero
To save our Mom and raise her near. Oh,
Send us someone bold and brave,
Our precious, precious Mom to save!
And in a burst of celestial light,
The hero came! He fought the fight!
He did the deed! Hedrank the cup!
He raised our Mother promptly up!
Oh, praise, oh praise this sterling soul
Who brought our Mother back up whole!
Oh, who, oh who, this hero famous?
Oh, never mind. It's only Amos.

Garrison Whittaker Keelhaul IV
Idylls in the Stream
WUnnerful, Wunnerful, pubs.
New York, 1899


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 06:48 PM

My wha are wha?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 06:48 PM

For I will consider my friend Amos.
For he acknowledges the accomplishments of others.
For he appreciates galactic things.
For he appreciates microscopic things.
For he both finds and appreciates clever rhymes.
For he can dish it out and take it.
For he composes poetry upon a whim.
For he basks in the glory of so doing.
For he delights in those he has met in person and also in those he has only met virtually.
For he enjoys shootin' the breeze, chewin' the fat, throwin' the bull.
For he gives attribution to poetry.
For he goes on shopping expeditions to foreign countries in search of garish paintings.
For he has great patience.
For he has verily given welcome unto the newest.
For it is possible that he has written more poems in praise of numbers than any other person.
For he is one who has helped lift Mother when she has slipped and fallen.
For he is an excellent foil for the Man of Booques.
For he is content with the person he is.
For he is a cunning linguist, as Stilly hath earlier written.
For he is a musician and his daughter is a musician as well.
For he is a proud father.
For he knows how to write.
For he knows how to read.
For he knows many songs.
For he knows the meaning of big words.
For he loves to live.
For he loves to laugh.
For he loves to make others laugh.
For much of his language does not make Mother blush to read it.
For he once kidnaped Rapaire.
For he publishes posts about amazing scientific discoveries with excitement.
For he rejoices at others' success.
For he shares his thoughts freely.
For he shows gratitude.
For he spends many hours in the day in the vicinity of a computer.
For he tries not to think about William Shatner.
For he wields sharp foils, epees, and sabers of words when appropriate.
For he can think.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 08:09 PM

My god, Eiseley!! I am blushing....and that is most rare.

Thanks for the kind paean!! (I have been P'd off many a time, but this is my first paean!!)

Whhooooooooooooosh!! So much fine truth in one single post. I LUB it!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 08:23 PM

Well, remember that this IS a BS thread....

BUT!! Research shows that TODAY, March 31, is the Feast Day of (tada!):

St. Amos of Tekoa (Israelite, shepherd who trimmed sycamores, Old Testament prophet, martyred [iron bar transfixed temples] in 8th century B.C.)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 09:33 PM

This is opposed to St. Amos of Socal, who, while a shepherd (German) has an iron bar for a head and who wants to turn a profit.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 10:03 PM

I was named after the former, sir. There is no German shepherd by that name. I have checked.

BTW you must give Eiseley a raise. She is obviously doing an extremely excellent job. And expanded her skills and learning. And is a lady of fine sensitivity and discrimination of refined literary tastes, just the sort you want to keep happy.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 10:05 PM

Ya wouldn't think it to look at me today, but when I was a youngin' I could outrun the wind. I could run faster than the C&O passenger train as it hightailed its way from Huntington to Cincinnati. I could run faster than a kingfisher could dive off a branch to nab a shiner in the creek.   I could easily outrun Mr. Cooley on his morning run to the outhouse after a supper of beans and cornbread.   I could run.....well....I could keep up the analogies but ya'll'd think I was just lyin'. So I'll give ya an example.

One summer night when we was stayin' down at Pawpaw and Nannie's for the weekend, we got up a game of Deer and Hounds with other kids on the neighboring farms. You remember how that game went, right? Divide up into teams. The Hounds stand around base with their eyes closed and count to five hundert. While they is a countin' the deer is a scatterin' and gettin' as far away as they can. When five hundert is reached, the Hounds yell whistle and a'holler and the hounds 'll foller.   Then the deer have to whistle and holler, givin' them hounds some idea of where they was to start with. Then the chase begins, and the deer have to try to make it back to base without being tagged by a hound.

Well, this one night, I was one of the deer. I was hidin' behind a stand of witch hazel near Nannie's backyard when a hound ran by, and I decided to make a break for base just as soon as he was past, only my shirt sleeve tripped a branch which broke with a crack, and that hound turned, not more then 6 feet behind me, and gave chase.   I took off toward Nannie's back yard in a blaze of speed so fast the hound had to stop, choked by the dust I was kickin' up from a field solid covered with grass. Literally left him in my dust, I did.

If it hadn't a been so dark, I would seen the clothes line. Instead, I ran right into it, catching it right under my chin.

When they found me next morning....































I was still caught by the chin, spinning round and round that clothes line like a whirlygig.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 10:08 PM

You know, I think we should have hauled that thread over here about our remodel job at Amos' house last spring or summer. It was such a joy to trounce the house, and then put it back so much better than before. And then there would be a line in Eiseley's homage about his humble abode.

Less than 24 hours and we will know the disposition of the last two college applications. Both schools will release their info tomorrow afternoon or evening.


I Can Hardly Wait!!!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 10:13 PM

Tell it all: you just want the house to yourself.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 31 Mar 10 - 11:40 PM

My fingers are crossed for your success with the college apps, Stilly!!


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 01 Apr 10 - 12:52 AM

His success--he's the one opening the email and the mail these days. He wrote all of the essays. I was just the mother behind the kid, the slave-driver. :)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 01 Apr 10 - 09:21 AM

I didn't get a chance to read the last couple of days.

Amos, I must say I wasa touched by your cover of 'Old Bleary-eyed' memorable "Freds and Haggis"

Brings back the memories, it does.....

He couldn't hit a note to save his life the last couple of years though....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Apr 10 - 08:21 PM

Mother, I have been watching to see how low the others would let you sink before I stepped in to rescue you. Since I am going to church in a few minutes I couldn't wait any longer.

You know who REALLY cares.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Apr 10 - 11:01 PM

Ah, Mother. I have returned from the first day of the Tridium and I see no one else cared. Well, I do. And that's why I went to church tonight -- because I am trying to become as holly as you are.

So there, all the rest of you!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 01 Apr 10 - 11:19 PM

So does the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster believe that Mother is HOLLY? That is your sect, n'est-ce pas? I didn't realize there was a branch of it (the church) in Pocatello. I also didn't know that Holly was Mom's first name, and now has become your first name as well.

Goodnight, Holly-paire. If it's okay, I'll bring your panic button by tomorrow.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 10:15 AM

Dammit, I wrote a long post declaiming how exhausted I was from a thirteen-hour office day combined with a root canal (yes, really) and it got eaten by the Offer Monkey, or whatever that little literary kobold is who chews up posts between Submit and Display.


And now, I am rested and not in pain any more so I don't get even sympathy points!!

Life is SO unfair.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 10:36 AM

Poor Amos. Poor, poor Amos. Poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, Amos. He has my (snicker) sympathy, porque yo soy un hombre sincero.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 10:37 AM

Look, folks, Alfred, Lord Tennyson knew how to BS along with the best of 'em!


Hendecasyllabics
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

O you chorus of indolent reviewers,
Irresponsible, indolent reviewers,
Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem
All composed in a metre of Catullus,
All in quantity, careful of my motion,
Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him,
Lest I fall unawares before the people,
Waking laughter in indolent reviewers.
Should I flounder awhile without a tumble
Thro' this metrification of Catullus,
They should speak to me not without a welcome,
All that chorus of indolent reviewers.
Hard, hard, hard it is, only not to tumble,
So fantastical is the dainty meter.
Wherefore slight me not wholly, nor believe me
Too presumptuous, indolent reviewers.
O blatant Magazines, regard me rather -
Since I blush to belaud myself a moment -
As some rare little rose, a piece of inmost
Horticultural art, or half-coquette-like
Maiden, not to be greeted unbenignly.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 10:57 AM

Lord how careful is his scansion,
Poking fun at old Catallus,
Mimicking a Roman poet,
Just to show that he can do it,
In his smart rebellious manner
Flipping off indolent reviewers.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 12:16 PM

We can't open the last site to find out for sure, but I think Ivy League attempt is a wash. You have to start a lot earlier than we did to make that work out. It'll be one of the free rides to a Tier 1 university in stead. Not a bad outcome, all things considered.

My back is killing me, MOM. Good thing we're due some rain, so I'm not tempted to try too much in the garden for the next couple of days. I will stay indoors, and seek my quiet entertainment in re-reading Jane Austen. Without the Zombies, thank you very much.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,Eiseley
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 04:21 PM

Congratulations to [I don't know what his moniker is], um "Sonshine!"
And congratulations to you too, Stilly. There must be a formula somewhere that can calculate the effect of a mother on a son's education. Even though I'm sure he worked hard and studied hard, you deserve a lot of credit as well.

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Apr 10 - 10:52 PM

ANother thirteen bumpy damn hours pushing a patent to its deadline. I come home to find (I think) grounds for celebration!! Yay Sonny!! Yay, Mom!!

Yay, even, Bookman the Great!

Yay, Eiseley!! Yay, Little Hawk!! Yay, Freds, Tweed, Rustic, Khandu, Bobert and all the MOAB souls from time immemorial unto eternity.

Yay, yay, yay!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 12:37 AM

What kind of patent? Leather? Medicine?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 10:22 AM

Thirteen hours??? On something that was patent?? Geez, you sure do mess around a lot at work. One would think that a patent patent would be simple to do -- maybe an hour, tops.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 10:50 AM

Patient patent tending portends potent patterns for potential pleasures.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 02:54 PM

Providing prudence has been properly projected in preparation, yes.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 05:13 PM

Poo!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 07:09 PM

Post-prandial priapism, you peripatetic perjurer!!

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 07:48 PM

Pathetic. Pompous. Puerile.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 08:51 PM

And all of this P stuff brings up Pablo Neruda in the Google Ads?

Ppffffttt!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 08:54 PM

Promiscuous, persnickety, parsimonious, placating, partial perversion of percolating pomposity.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 09:36 PM

One of my favorites!

Ode to My Socks
By Pablo Neruda
(Translated by Margaret Sayers Peden)


Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
knitted with her own
shepherd's hands,
two socks soft
as rabbits.
I slipped
my feet into them

as if
into
jewel cases
woven
with threads of
dusk
and sheep's wool

Audacious socks,
my feet became
two woolen
fish,
two long sharks
of lapis blue
shot
with a golden thread,
two mammoth blackbirds,
two cannons,
thus honored
were
my feet
by
these
celestial
socks.
They were
so beautiful
that for the first time
my feet seemed
unacceptable to me,
two tired old
fire fighters
not worthy
of the woven
fire
of those luminous
socks.

Nonetheless,
I resisted
the strong temptation
to save them
the way schoolboys
bottle
fireflies,
the way scholars
hoard

sacred documents.
I resisted
the wild impulse
to place them in a cage
of gold
and daily feed them
birdseed
and rosy melon flesh.
Like explorers who in the forest
surrender a rare
and tender deer
to the spit
and eat it
with remorse,
I stuck out my feet
and pulled on
the
handsome
socks,
and then my shoes.


So this is
the moral of my odes:
twice beautiful
is beauty
and what is good is doubly
good
when it is a case of two
woolen socks
in wintertime.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 09:40 PM

Careful, attributing poems to real poets around here can get you into trouble. Just so you know.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 09:51 PM

Ode To My Sox
by Pablum Nearnudie

Boston gave me
red sox
And they had not
won anything
for more
years
than you can count
because
of
the
Curse of a Bambino

and then they
beat the Yankees
from New York
and after that
they
lose
year
after year
after year
after year

They are
the
Cubs
of the Northeast
always hoping
never winning
with their
toes sticking out
of the front
of their
Sox

      --trans. from the Erse by
      Phaeton James Entwhistle IV


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 09:56 PM

Oh go back to church!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 10:01 PM

Just for that, here's one of MY favorite poems....

Channel Firing
by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgement-day

And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into their mounds,

The glebe-cow drooled. Till God called, `No;
It's gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:

`All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you that are helpless in such matters.

`That this is not the judgement-hour
For some of them's a blessed thing,
For if it were they'd have to scour
Hell's floor for so much threatening...

`Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need).'

So down we lay again. `I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,'
Said one, `than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!'

And many a skeleton shook his head.
`Instead of preaching forty year,'
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
`I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer.'

Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 10:21 PM

It all seems so futile: Red Sox games, war, even knitting socks that will eventually just get holes in them. But for all the futility I'll keep knitting. It's a way to add a little warmth and beauty to the world.

Would anyone like a pair of socks?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 11:14 PM

I would be honored if you have spares, not that Iwear socks very often, but just for ther honor of the thing, you see.

But bear in mind th e futile flapperies are merely accompaniment to the true song.

Inside, the true song always sings true.

It involves the evolution of your, and our, destiny.

Teaching children the magic of books is an excellent example of the evolution of our destiny.

Red sox, not so much.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 11:27 PM

The blades of war, the swords, the drums,
The blood that alway sfinally comes.
Are not the song, the words, the measure,
Neither the joy nor yet the treasure.
They are the darking beast of ground
That gives the shadow to the sound
The mindless hum and mortal beat
Of cello, snare and tympani.
To all these, there is nothing wrong,
But none of them is quite the song.
Monsters of time, beggars of rest
Do not perceive the hidden breast,
And never hear the upper voice
That sings above their ill-fit noise.
Should you measure by their time
The steps and leaps you tell your mind
Only these paths will drive you wrong
While wishing you had heard the song.
Measures are numbered, two and two
But only the song is always true.


Winifred Dithyramb III
Whimsy on Overdrive
Slatterns and Gulls, pubs.
Bongville, W. Va., 1998


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Apr 10 - 11:39 PM

Boy,, that WInifred was really onto something...


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