The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
Ẅ
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Glad to see the juices are flowing.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never considered that
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little children,
so there. :-P
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on rocks to
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on rocks to
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on rocks
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+for
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:35:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.i will say, also, as a hen lays an egg, laying an egg, in wait for it to crack...
that sounds like a plausible defense.
anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on rocks
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
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On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:47:55 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:35:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all
on rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.i will say, also, as a hen lays an egg, laying an egg, in wait for it to crack...
that sounds like a plausible defense.
anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller?"Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see." - Bob Dylan
sorry, bob.
hey bob? you still read this group?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:50:38 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:all little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:47:55 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:35:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were
pounding on rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.i will say, also, as a hen lays an egg, laying an egg, in wait for it to crack...
that sounds like a plausible defense.
anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller?"Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see." - Bob Dylan
sorry, bob.
hey bob? you still read this group?speaking of which, hey, what are you now, like 80 years old?
when was the last time you got laid????
wanna get married?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:58:01 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:all little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:50:38 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:47:55 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:35:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were
pounding on rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.i will say, also, as a hen lays an egg, laying an egg, in wait for it to crack...
that sounds like a plausible defense.
anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller?"Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see." - Bob Dylan
sorry, bob.
hey bob? you still read this group?speaking of which, hey, what are you now, like 80 years old?
when was the last time you got laid????
wanna get married?i used to LOVE fellatio, btw, when i was sexually active, before we, you and i, uh, well, you know what happened....
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:47:18 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:were all little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:58:01 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:50:38 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:47:55 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:35:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 4:19:12 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we
pounding on rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
i was taught you teach a dog to lay down, not lie, that it is different between humans and animals, even though we first domesticated the canine and bred them, and made them our dependents.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
it's complicated...there is a hint of sexuality in there as well. i don't know how to explain it.
poetic license?
maybe i'm just all wrong.
forget it.
it's just a stupid poem.
sorry keith.i will say, also, as a hen lays an egg, laying an egg, in wait for it to crack...
that sounds like a plausible defense.
anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller?"Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see." - Bob Dylan
sorry, bob.
hey bob? you still read this group?speaking of which, hey, what are you now, like 80 years old?
when was the last time you got laid????
sort of permanently altered the trajectory of my future vaginal activity...(or lack thereof)wanna get married?i used to LOVE fellatio, btw, when i was sexually active, before we, you and i, uh, well, you know what happened....
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all little
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 7:19:12 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
Maybe lying in wait would bring in a word play on it all being a cosmic deception. Nah, keep it as laying.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
Ẅ
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 7:19:12 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:little children, nachon? or i guess i picked up thor living in scandinavia when i was a child, as well, following in the footsteps of the eminent just walkin', who did the same thing recently, in a poem he posted for hitler's birthday, and i had never
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:50:58 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:14:37 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 3:12:44 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Thursday, September 9, 2021 at 5:45:35 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:16:21 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
you can dig up the progression of the poem from aapc, if you're interested, my "workshop" as george dance so generously and aptly called it to suit the purposes for which i apparently employ it.Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
just because a dylan fan speaks of bolts, doesn't necessarily mean he is thinking of chimes of freedom.
in fact, i was mixing and matching the primordial soup of the cosmos, the notorious collegiate primal scream, akin to the big bang, and a mixing of the epic thunderbolts of zeus and hammer of thor,, of which we learned when we were all
rocks to make tools, such as stone instrument and the first knives, believing there to be a connection.so there. :-Pas to the power of hammerings, i was also influenced by both the real life events, and by my ideas/theories as to the evolution of language, of which are too vague to even speak at this point, but was sort of thinking of monkeys pounding on
willie kindly pointed out to me that the common expression is lying in wait...however i was employing a metaphor, and didn't feel it proper to fully anthropomorphize it, when likening the subject to a pinball machine.
i meant the present participle of lay, set in position for use...and in wait, waiting, a hint at a nefarious affair...
i found this in my favorite dictionary (however i've been noticing some typos in it recently :-///)
Lay wait: to lie in wait, or in ambush
with a few handfuls of examples from literature cited, this one being the most apt:
- Here the cunning animal lay in wait.here, here's another example of the phrase i quickly googled. i like this dictionary, too, btw:
"International Weekly Miscellany, Vol. 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850" by Various
Maybe lying in wait would bring in a word play on it all being a cosmic deception. Nah, keep it as laying.lying in wait just sounds really bad to me. it makes them sound conscious.https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/lay+wait+forif i'm in err here, will someone please correct me?
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Glad to see the juices are flowing.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
Sorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
On Wednesday, September 15, 2021 at 8:27:58 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:think it's absurd to say, ah, you wrote something other people have said, they must have influenced you. i don't know about the beatles, and i don't *care* about the beatles.
On Wednesday, September 15, 2021 at 8:23:53 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Friday, September 10, 2021 at 3:45:11 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
i just meant about the beatles!!! bob rules, but unless it's OBVIOUS, like god on our side, or whatever, i mean, it comes from ME!!!! (my education and life experience, i guess. i mean, i DO have my own brain, or, well, the remnants of one....) iSorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
t been for years, and then also, i mean, i can say this, it's not a secret, i mean, duh, but he was giving a big talk at a brentwood i think it was aa meeting a number of years back.it's weird, he hangs around here a lot. remember that time he was at the house of blues, where i met those two girls (women), we got stoned, they gave me a ride home from andré's, not always my favorite place :-//// but it's weird, it depends, haven'i like julian lennon, though! :-)i was thinking of saying this yesterday, but it was sorta like.....well, i'm not here to save the world or anything....but ringo seems chill....
obviously nobody was saying it like, omg, can you believe it, a big famous rock star used to have issues with the drink?!?!!??!?!?!
man, some people never even HEARD of paul mccartney, what WORLD is this????
help, i've fallen and i can't get up!!!!!!i just saw a mention of him in er, that's why i said it...
On Friday, September 10, 2021 at 3:45:11 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:think it's absurd to say, ah, you wrote something other people have said, they must have influenced you. i don't know about the beatles, and i don't *care* about the beatles.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
i just meant about the beatles!!! bob rules, but unless it's OBVIOUS, like god on our side, or whatever, i mean, it comes from ME!!!! (my education and life experience, i guess. i mean, i DO have my own brain, or, well, the remnants of one....) iSorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
i like julian lennon, though! :-)i was thinking of saying this yesterday, but it was sorta like.....well, i'm not here to save the world or anything....but ringo seems chill....
On Wednesday, September 15, 2021 at 8:23:53 AM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:think it's absurd to say, ah, you wrote something other people have said, they must have influenced you. i don't know about the beatles, and i don't *care* about the beatles.
On Friday, September 10, 2021 at 3:45:11 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
i just meant about the beatles!!! bob rules, but unless it's OBVIOUS, like god on our side, or whatever, i mean, it comes from ME!!!! (my education and life experience, i guess. i mean, i DO have my own brain, or, well, the remnants of one....) iSorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
been for years, and then also, i mean, i can say this, it's not a secret, i mean, duh, but he was giving a big talk at a brentwood i think it was aa meeting a number of years back.it's weird, he hangs around here a lot. remember that time he was at the house of blues, where i met those two girls (women), we got stoned, they gave me a ride home from andré's, not always my favorite place :-//// but it's weird, it depends, haven'ti like julian lennon, though! :-)i was thinking of saying this yesterday, but it was sorta like.....well, i'm not here to save the world or anything....but ringo seems chill....
obviously nobody was saying it like, omg, can you believe it, a big famous rock star used to have issues with the drink?!?!!??!?!?!
man, some people never even HEARD of paul mccartney, what WORLD is this????
help, i've fallen and i can't get up!!!!!!
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 1:03:58 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:it's absurd to say, ah, you wrote something other people have said, they must have influenced you. i don't know about the beatles, and i don't *care* about the beatles.
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 3:22:28 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 12:20:52 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:
On Wednesday, September 8, 2021 at 10:48:16 AM UTC-7, Willie wrote:
On Tuesday, September 7, 2021 at 3:10:47 AM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
The Hysterical Bride
Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,
were First-Fisted, locked in,
Coiled Springs laying in wait
for a driven Tail Spin;
Pulled Back, then shot out,
like a Bumper Car ride,
Darting madly across
the Spread-Eagled Sky −
Destiny reigned down
her Torrent Complete,
door slamming,
the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −
Primordial Bolts, from the Power
of Hammerings,
Startled, the deer,
these Thunderous Clamorings.
the Devil opened his door
to Light up the route,
Leaving Directions in there,
They mapped it all out;
Our concocted Potion
of a Best of Luck Chain,
Soldered together
with gold Silver Rain −
Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,
Midwestern,
‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,
The ceremonial conjoining
of a new Chicken Coop −
See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster
Masters at War,
delight in the Plight
of these Sisyphus whores;
Trapped on a Ping-Pong
back and forth journey −
With a cry and a moan
Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.
We’re passing out tickets,
across the Great Divide
a new revolution,
with God on Our Side −
a Royal inborn
freshwater Splash,
their ancient Spiny White River
is Tapped:
Released it goes Streaming
through the air waves of Sages,
Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,
it Ravages, Rages.
Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,
It pleads and It screams:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
They Crashed all Contorted
into our own Lake of Fire,
Twisted and Blistering,
reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”
The Battle Call rang out,
remembered,
A splattering refrain
The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,
Tedious, and Plain −
Haunted and cut-up,
By her own harrowing Snake Hues:
The lost diamond ring
of our Dauphin in blue.
An empty chasm of Amusement
for a Stately Royal few
Just another fucked-up Deranged
Schizophrenic Jew −
No choice left, nothing to Do
But to Sing;
A Perfectly Executed
Cult murder Sting.
ẄA most excellent poem. I think "Chimes of Freedom" came a-visiting for parts of it. Also, weirdly, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite" (in your lines that start with "Meet," "See," and my favorites:
Count
the Ticking of Clocks...
Watch
the karma of Dreams −
And the Beatles might have crept in again in the the "No choice left, nothing to Do" lines, from "Good Morning Good Morning":
Nothing to do to save his life, call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day, how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you,
I've got nothing to say but it's OK
i just meant about the beatles!!! bob rules, but unless it's OBVIOUS, like god on our side, or whatever, i mean, it comes from ME!!!! (my education and life experience, i guess. i mean, i DO have my own brain, or, well, the remnants of one....) i thinkSorry. I see your point (that is, why you were offended).please avoid comparing me to such dreg slops in the future.Glad to see the juices are flowing.that's a completely insane hypothesis. i am not even familiar with more than half of the sources you quoted. this is utterly absurd, william.
i like julian lennon, though! :-)
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