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@forumhostpb wrote:

@~Pebbles~ wrote:

what happened to the egg thread? :?

I deleted it as it became a vehicle for inter-member abuse.

Maybe those who wish to post RIP type messages can post them on this thread without the other unnecessary comments

Not guilty your’onour!!

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I was a big fan of T.Rex and played these two until I wore a groove in ’em..

T.Rex-Children Of The Revolution

T.Rex- Metal Guru

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@lil fek wrote:

Yayyyy at last an answer to that question.

Tuesday

Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same gender?

Yes..on many occasions..

Are you evenly featured/footed/breasted or are you lopsided?

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@bon bon wrote:

I have four alarms..

One is a teasmade, which I never use, but has the loudest alarm ever
another is a clock that wakes you up to the sound of a cockerel crowing
the third is my phone
All next to my bed

The fourth alarm is the girls at work who ring me 30 mins before I am due to start
This morning my eldest came to my room to wake me and tell me my phone had gone off three times
I hadnt heard it

Iv’e never had problems getting up early before
any suggestions ?

You can borrow my cat, Di. If a ludicrously early breakfast isn’t forthcoming she hangs off my feet and slashes at my toes then runs away to see if she’s being followed to the kitchen.
Failing that, I find staying up all night works a treat..plus you get to hallucinate. :wink:

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So I didn’t just dream it then, pebbles…thank feck for that..thought i had finally lost my marbles. :P

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@pikey wrote:

@esmeralda wrote:

I pointed out that she never provides the title or the author, I said NOTHING about her pretending the works were by herself.

No you didn’t. Quite true. I take it back. It’s just you and plagiarism are forever entwined in my appreciation. I think it’s because for months every time you pretended to write something original my checking software would go mental. It has to be said, though, that you’ve been a lot better recently. You don’t even bother to pretend to write anything original much anymore.

And you’re quite right, Cath. I’ve been very naughty again and I must try harder.

I should quote a poem, really, considering where we are:

O ’tis a lovely thing for youth
To early walk in wisdom’s way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say!

But liars we can never trust,
Even when they say what is true.
And he who does one fault at first
And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read
How God does hate deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue?

So did his wife Sapphira die,
When she came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie,
Which just before her husband told.

The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but every liar
Must have his portion in the lake
That burns with brimstone and with fire.

Isaac Watts ~ Against Lying

To quote the great Hugh MacDiarmid ‘The greater the plagiarism the greater the work of art.’
Continue with your scorn and opprobrium, little beppe…to have you expend so much energy on it..amuses me. :wink:

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A new little life is always a precious thing,
Here’s to a long happy and healthy future
for your beautiful baby.

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@toybulldog wrote:

The Legs

There was this road,
And it led up-hill,
And it led down-hill,
And round and in and out.

And the traffic was legs,
Legs from the knees down,
Coming and going,
Never pausing.

And the gutters gurgled
With the rain’s overflow,
And the sticks on the pavement
Blindly tapped and tapped.

What drew the legs along
Was the never-stopping.
And the senseless, frightening
Fate of being legs.

Legs for the road,
The road for legs,
Resolutely nowhere
In both directions.

My legs at least
Were not in that rout:
On grass by the roadside
Entire I stood,

Watching the unstoppable
Legs go by
With never a stumble
Between step and step.

Though my smile was broad
The legs could not see,
Though my laugh was loud
The legs could not hear.

My head dizzied, then:
I wondered suddenly,
Might I too be a walker
From the knees down ?

Gently I touched my shins.
The doubt unchained them:
They had run in twenty puddles
Before I regained them.

Robert Graves

Yes yes yesssss, and as we head towards the season of the paper poppy, may I urge the reading (for those of you who have not) of Robert Graves’ stunning autobiography GOOD-BYE TO ALL THAT, a timeless account on the horrors of the first world war.

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Now, Janos Pilinszky I AM familiar with, and Fable is a heart- rending piece of work. To anyone moved by it, I would recommend following up by getting hold of a copy of Desert Of Love (again..translated by Ted Hughes, whose own recommendation was all I needed to inspire me) most probably from your nearest substantial library, as I think it may well be out of print now though I could be wrong.
Meantime, please consider this review by Ted Hughes and then enjoy some more of Pilinszky’s work from THE STRAIGHT LABYRINTH
Ted Hughes -JanosPilinszky – An Introduction

Nothing Is More

Nothing is more, nothing,
than the eyes of criminals,
that certain fixed stare
that is harsh like the sun,
and delineates darkly
and at the same time brightly
the sad, colorless dignity
of slaughterhouses and earthly kings.

These eyes,
these glances alone
are worthy of noting death
and the transfiguration of flowers.

Only they
can proclaim
all the pains of the world,
and keep God’s secret
eye to eye with the lynching mob.

**************

Enough

Creation, no matter how wide,
is narrower than the sty.
From here to there. Tree, rock, house.
I come early, come late, put about.

Yet sometimes somebody will enter,
and suddenly what is will reveal itself.
The sight of a face, a presence, is enough;
blood will trickle down the wallpaper.

Yes, enough a hand that stirs the coffee
or is withheld from another hand,
enough for us to forget this place,
the closed row of windows, yes,
and at night, upon return to our room
to accept the unacceptable.

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Cath, I love you with all my heart, and Toybulldog, thank you for the magnificent poems, I’m not familiar with the work of either of those authors, but will make a point of seeking them out where possible.

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