I once tried to force my friend to dress up for halloween by rolling up his pant legs and shoving a can of peaches in his hand and instructing him to say "Do I dare? Do I dare?" It was his own frinkin' party and he was the only one not dressed up.
Jayne: There's times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change. Mal: Do you think it's likely to?
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Sue - Feb 24, 2004 5:12:04 am PST #6831 of 9843
hip deep in pie
Steph L. - Feb 24, 2004 5:24:40 am PST #6832 of 9843
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I once tried to force my friend to dress up for halloween by rolling up his pant legs and shoving a can of peaches in his hand and instructing him to say "Do I dare? Do I dare?"
BWAH! I love it.
Nutty - Feb 24, 2004 5:50:39 am PST #6833 of 9843
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
My mother used to have a cartoon from the New Yorker on her door. It was a pair of mermaids sitting on a rock by the shore, looking at a lump of a man who was walking on the beach. Caption: "I'm not singing to THAT guy."
I think I liked T. S. Eliot a lot better when I didn't know he was a weirdo in real life.
Sue - Feb 24, 2004 5:51:39 am PST #6834 of 9843
hip deep in pie
BWAH! I love it.
I thought it was pretty inspired, but he was a big party pooper.
Steph L. - Feb 24, 2004 6:03:12 am PST #6835 of 9843
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Caption: "I'm not singing to THAT guy."
::snerk::
DavidS - Feb 24, 2004 12:36:56 pm PST #6836 of 9843
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Fuck, Eliot's good. Leaving aside the meaning, he's just the best poet of the 20th century in terms of sensous sound.
No fucking way! Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
JohnSweden - Feb 24, 2004 1:55:07 pm PST #6837 of 9843
I can't even.
No fucking way! Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Also, WROD.
erikaj - Feb 24, 2004 4:57:25 pm PST #6838 of 9843
Always Anti-fascist!
Ah, Hec, between the two of us, we always elevate the tone of these things...my poetry background's too rusty for me to comment, though.
Sean K - Feb 24, 2004 6:06:11 pm PST #6839 of 9843
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
The falcon wheels round the falconer,
Turning and turning in its widening gyre...
Jim - Feb 24, 2004 11:51:33 pm PST #6840 of 9843
Ficht nicht mit Der Raketemensch!
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Although Auden and cummings would give either of them a run for their money.