October 11, 2004
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I am a person of moods, not only in listening to music, which might be Mozart or Bob Dylan or Acker Bilk or ECM music or Indian Raga or The Shadows or Mahler or Berg or The Grateful Dead…but I could go on for ever.
It is the same writing poetry, it depends what mood I am in. Today felt in a bitter mood, thus I wrote a Tiffy (Short for Tiffany, though I wrote once that’s her real name is Taffy!) Witherington poem that managed to get the word Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwll llantysilogogogoch into it.
Might make Tiffy my next LordPineapple feature, though equally deserving is “blackie fortuna” my black personae which gets little of a look-in today as in a way I’ve outgrown him. It’s best to update my own-poetry blog perhaps once a week rather than the poem a day, I have no real time or health for the latter.
Some lady on Xanga is trying to get her claws around me, silly woman, I can’t even screw anymore!
Uploading stacks of pics on this and sending as many to my eMail waiting for the hopeful turn over to broadband.
The Three-Headed Sarahs’ site will be next. I have a lot of fun with the Three_Headed_Sarahs . I love writing for them, trying to stress the boundaries of sense to fit their surrealism. After all a three-headed alien bird that eats cats has got to be different.
Just read a blogspot that sneers at Xanga, says we are some bunch of sad people. What would you prefer? Friendly funny Xanga or soul-less blogspot? My blogspot sites NEVER get any comments from other blogspot users, talk about charmless.
Meanwhile on Xanga http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=museheart sneers that no one has heard of Xanga. I wrote that writers are inovators not followers of fashion. I did not join Xanga to be heard of, I joined it to hear. Xanga will rise and fall by it’s writers, us, it’s up to us to shout XANGA and make it heard, not wait for some boring old fart to shout for us.
Put “Xanga” and “poetry” in Google, second one up was lordpineapple!!!!
PS The Louis Wain card is from my own postcard collection, and that one card alone is worth about 100 pounds stirling!
Comments (25)
I like Tiffy, too. I mean I like all your stuff, but given my current state of mind, she is most expressive for me
I need to sub to the Sarah’s on the FM site…I will be shutting down the LaBelle site soon.
as far as your lady friend…I had an internet stalker of sorts…I pretty much blew him off as harmless until he showed up at my house one afternoon. eeeekk!!!
You’re pretty amazing. Perhaps hers are paws of a muse–no clause-oopse I mean claws.
Screwin–perhaps unscrew is her way…
I think I appreciate everything you write, some more than others but yes, everything — I think because I know it is you… really what is in your head. I find that amazing!
careful with internet romatic interests… just be careful. We live in a strange world.
Well well well, who is it??? LOL
Sorry, Terry. My sis didn’t get to Oxford. Is that where you teach–at the University? Cannot figure out why you couldn’t see the Blackpool boardwalk picture. I can get it–so cannot help you there. Your country is beautiful. Would love to get there at some time. Sis and husband didn’t spend much time in London because she had been there twice before. Brother-in-law wanted to see more of the country, too. They stayed with friends in Northwood, outside of London, and outside of Birmingham–near the Cadbury factory area. Their host’s home was in an area originally owned by the Cadbury family. Yum! Would have loved to tour that factory. Chocolate is my downfall!
P.S. Broadband is the BEST!! Would never go back to dial-up again.
I have not been pursued by many people on the net so can’t help you at all in that respect. Obviously, you are pursuable and I am not. I think that pursuable does not necessarily mean “screwable” but possibly just available. Some people realize the quality of catch you may just be. Thinking it has to do with talent and as you are much more talented than myself, you are much more pursuable. Thinking it has to do with the quality of man you are and I know for a fact there is real quality in your writer’s body. If I were younger and single, I might give it a shot myself. I believe your company would be more than pleasant. I always enjoy our blog chats even when they get a bit on the hairy side.
Blogging spots on the internet. I have looked at a few. I have certain criteria when I look at sights. I like sights set up in a way that they are highly navigable, without having to swim thru a sea of dark rooms to find what I want to find. I have looked at a few blog spots as I have stumbled into some and have been asked to check others out. I like Xanga. I like the set up, I like the way commenting is handled, I like being able to decorate my page so it’s my spot, not just a spot to write that looks like every other spot in the whole of Xanga. I like everything about it. As I said, I can’t call myself an expert in the blog world but I haven’t seen anything to compare to it. I have found things of interest to read, good friends, sort of friends, acquaintances and a few enemies here. What more can one ask for? I toot Xanga’s horn quite often and have not had much success but I keep trying by inviting real life friends who write emails to me to check out my site and think about joining. I did get my sister in here but of course I opened her site and put her name on it and told her death was waiting if she didn’t learn how to write in it. She did and does but not quite as much as I do as her mouth runs more in public than mine does and not as much on the computer.
I do love Xanga and credit my daughter for my being here. It’s a terrific outlet and I know for the seniors in my seniors ring, it has to be, for most of them, something wonderful. I really do hope they are enjoying Xanga and the seniors ring as much as I do. The whole world is here if you want to look for it. Just ask and someone knows.
Regards,
Gordon Bennett!
The clown has a stalker? Is she hot?
And and and, my love, you said you listen to Bob Dylan. I read his name up there. It looks lovely on the computer page.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~lisa~~~~~~~~~~~~~
thanks for making me think…twice…no, thrice…and forgive me for any enable…ing…it was just a slip-of-my-fingers-not my tongue…
Thanks for stopping by. I have not been to England since 1963 but even then (age 14) I thought it was just a GORGEOUS country and by that time we had been all over Europe. I have many fond memories of navigating London with an old (to me, I was just a young teen!! lol) Cab driver. He took us to all the important tourist sights and was so full of life and was so kind; my mom kept in contact with him until he passed away. (My mom is VERY friendly in that good old Southern Texas way!! lol)
i think i will give up calling you lord or one of your many other names and just call you the mask with a million faces. =)
My poetry is never really very good, but I do definitely have to be in the mood to write it. I can sometimes put myself into the mood to write prose. Sometimes I just can’t write.
thats cute.. its nice to knowthat someone likes you
hehe and great to know you are the second one up for poetry on xanga.. who was the first?
I no longer attract internet stalkers and have had one a few years ago who was really upset that I sent him to a motel. I am not THAT lonely!
Terry, without Xanga my life would be spent in bitterness and self punishment. I have learned to become viable because of Xanga. It would never have occured to me that I could make such good friends here. It proves that you don’t have to live next door to be a real “neighbor” and friend!
You have truely surprised me this time. I would have never thought that anyone would actually attempt to write a poem mentioning that town in Wales with that terribly long name in it. You should repost it sometime for those of us that haven’t yet read it. I have to wonder, was Tiffy stoned when the poem came about?
DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!! DRINK!!
I was going to say something…and probably sound pretty good doing it, but, after reading your comments, which run the gamut of sanity, I have to pause…
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Okay…
I have to be in the mood to write…anything. With nanowrimo coming up, I have to GET in the mood. (Still trying to figure out how…) Of course, when it comes to writing in other people’s blogs, I feel inspired! *now wondering if there’s a way to turn that inspiration into a 50k word count…*
Does one need to be able to screw to be worth chasing?? Does said stalker know about your…er…impotency? One would hope relationships could be built more on the solid ground of common ground than whether or not the potential for sex is there.
Oops…seems I’m running the gamut, too! hahaha
Peace and Love…GFW
A stalker eh??? Write a poem about her…that should do it
“…not wait for some boring old fart to shout for us.” Yes!
im not surprised u were the second one up…who exactly is this stalker???
lol everyone is interested in your stalker chick.
lately there’s not much screwin’ here either
my loss
You’re amazingly prolific with your writings. I can barely babble a sentence most days. The good posts are maybe twice a year. I’m not impaired by a stroke either.
Hugs!
Hey LP, poetsquill resurfaced… its a bit dead right now, but almost kicking. I think it just needs some people and some love.
I came here to heal. I came here to learn. I came here to let go. I came here to exercise the only thing that saved me when I was a child growing up in an unsafe place. To write was to be safe, and to write was to be free.
I’m happy that people come to read me, but I do not write for their props, their acknowledemtn or anyones for that matter. I’m here for me, and got blessed with everything I had hoped for in this outlet- and so much more.
People that don’t come here aren’t here for a reason. Perhaps there is too much realism for them? Life on life’s terms is a twist of fate and lie we tell ourselves.
Not sure where I am going with this…
Anyway, continue to breath your words here, I enjoy your creativity.
Perhaps the woman that is after you isn’t looking for sex. There are those out there who can fall in love with the word and no doubt she has fallen because of yours. Infinite Blessings