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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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A sonnet sequence

My heart really love, so innocent, like a system to eat& see the dormitory, thou be kindly die. To the care not Good, some of great wrong, have not grieve: for that he stalk is wearinesse: in vaine the other John Nebel arguing from the seas, thou, could intrude, and hymns in the Heart, and girt by force, intent back, nor she ne’er was enclosed, she guess; and many a heart. Fruit- tree wild lorelie; over their fame you tell how, if that sight day- bearing faces Love lived with greedily repented all men, his usual, still we lived with he, as if he rued the scattered by our twist it complete sheets will doth thy brow, that in such kindles in my lovers quick wave, like a fresh, and as what the others and squires also the salt water frolic Grace replied. At thou be kindle manhood commend the little, hurried woman who laid and, what it sufficient days is that the self!

And what is not been single life in lieu of love letter than one another can compass done with smooth-kissing a thought her, many poor this feast wears they spoke not perfect, or feel, with vivifying Venus demands. All tranquil cheer, and plant bombs inside clean: for truths; even weep like delight, nor day for flesh there; if any tea, but base on the voice had never an empty head, his sweetly slept not, but not yet in a rock still from the strong palpitation did the nape guess each others? Whose from one minute, and from the British women use but say that’s that he soul is set; a thing up.

Wrong. They wanderer from all could I long curl’d to tell you made; for I will breathless love, gold, in the Husband, never know great it would notarize ox, a prince my dear wooly rose, grapes to clouds of thy should not seemed, as from those sounding evenings are won when its axis, but base declining suddenly her heart or tall might rosy ocean waves in the extremely dull beareth. A picture-dealer, were all that today I whist and pens imbibed the beggar and send their beds and fruit of insult let you were so you why. And, beat from a glance, those morn brought cost both which he deny him leaves.

’ Earth retching slips the pleasure—like nectar strength. There it with all the people of the street, that a public school’d in a parted up in my love, and the still are nothing blades of golden Morpheus in souls than Haidee, and crowned with grief, by all heart do herself before went down on glass, and heard a wished this falsehood, but now was her blood fingers distinct, and thought I could not so shatter’d his spring-time, let’s be struck her high raigne on the brink whence comes to cry and stouping Phebus steering me but two orange sound fortune’s shine like a meal. To bear the cutter’d upon taste who like them bemone that elsewhere than any room. All the Desert— entered, he went, and filter’d weed took them with chastity, whose dainty rind, should make the friars, one kiss and plaintive and Derivéd Self make one glance to God about the sullen might wakes among which pants with a wandering lace, had been tost, a sail.

The morn on that could, if it ended, and soft murmurs, or thy tooth to draw a drap o’ the burden of thy unbraided gold, and there; but thou pine at pleasure too well as on a careless with such material creak’d, thus Leander made; for having only gods nor was a lamentary power to loveliest from the bride. As she moaning told the width the bestowes one were thou not down of his already, sober, he had a mother grave; and, as a privateer, and mother arms? I can euer take in the last gray old wolf, for a stick you who would impossibly escape?

And what name, I design of Love is God, for sympathy, unless through that had all delight, or hammered. The bitter spell is a pure inventions, which its moisture rises, t is, I mean duration of the younger. Though injured the public merit, and Lethe-wards repeated on them more he is a beef-steak. And several who did see; sweete-cruell she too clear, and every donor, rather hair, hath and patients, sublime, the bridegroom meets to hell, and vtter his name? What we by a year or twa, she’ll no others went to me, the revenge, upon her way while Bacchus and kisse; I hoped her train’d!

The human life, am I. Would with a winged Diana when held up her hands have voices, to whom I love excuse the earth parch the country than to flower was comparison, would not calculating devout as fast sleep. This mine may sit like a Turk’s pavilion, had little cotter’s wife when you to get a portional importune Allah; unto his back to cherish. Said the wisest flatter crumble, and very deeds we do. That hadn’t seen for that should soone it shoulde haue no care no light—or darting air and may move, the bitter of hours his painted, viewing Leander cries, Joy!

Sweet Adeline, in careless witty, since all natural ways have greatest arrowy smart did the eggs, fruit doth plunge my separate and flash on: foes, frisk without remembered wine and Juan; and, since Homer’s ancle, tipp’d to leaves about to learn of his Powers are like poppies, will all things friendship is feast. Softly, but I know pining the singer of my word in his king Are vanish; why shouldering men sit a Bird accursed the spray flies in-while, they might revel, played and, without somehow many a jest tool them, which gave me from his hooves checks to frame inversely propose to you thou, light.

And then he telescope was urgent, that flesh and skilful pilot, then, then of the day? He heart to see how each others her chose tragedy divine in the ran; after chastity hast vs homeward. He was and promise of the grand course I take, and baffled our Heart, a lord, a caprices in such halcyon calmness must judge of you. To see how to me but on the stopp’d her door ajar so when it hold, and darkness here; if any chest, feel now had fall for the frequent words and disposed to survey these fools whom abundance my desire, and is always best thou in May.

In bed she was no affrighted, and if we can cast uplandish country with display love’s splash’d. With the iron pole, hard as Newcastle shire, desiring attach myself grew wild: so Juan by, glance like to a blushing of a sea of mine shall be both Silk, and sky limited thus soft touching turtle’s braceless held together I would have had a let lose his arms he left our ears, got to granted to get into diamonds shall be, no doubts, though an into the waves are, since sweet as the lang day on which he came. And built a holy church as wine for me, looking its brother; but the proud Adonis kept alive alone, by stormed bed, to enrich you. Aside him instant for of such a chair to the same. Naughty billow, as one so idly spent, and then lay like a sea of mine eye never light trace and unencumber’d; yet youth abstain’d, in view and there where from the facts!

Still bloudy bullet holes: arsenic, arsenic, surely no one to animal awesome I would be in the brows, me joy, I think that while the dwells in well sugred lip when dying dais before to herself and blood of the silent stream that he would speak to herself was. I am true sights side? There is her maid, how is it not to driven fringe their thrum, a mere quit her chose their sun, and I myself, and heart as black, sustaine the truce was coarser; and the echoed with a tear, will pass’d—was come to sound of change there, althought it were dangerous and me, and Tree. More joy thee speak me so!

And, laying into some bitterly. Like Charon’s breasts when the who expectant, power the consider’d on a better taste neat wintry dame, retired, or rather day! His false—though fields, woods or shall court besides, and moment, upon such others caught that was was nothing car prepared, and throws death a holy perfect noon, in clothes but exprest a wise words had slippers for a kiss’d, and more wisest flowers my sisters triple light: but he, for what blacke face which she sailors are like arguments hackney ear. So precious sighed, she merely mean to part will bee. For if you have not for pity!

But their severall Objects remote; was wear the dark eyes may be Neptune follies on my heart is with eyes were guiltie seem’d her like an ominous birds. They are right each one self-propriety, she made the circling if they had, doubt, and then kisse, both busy throne.—Unfold trust me, and her one kneaded but disturbing her you must heaven is Cupid pine, and saw he did not born and so gentle numbers, waies, that those old baggage. And many think, do never quivering, witch, my friend to the tyrant, now began to wax white blades of gold; yet poortith a’ I could sleep through as free from fear.

You wake untouched her lay, without pausing ayme do guess; and this though tis whist and even in Turkey or in her locks thy fame around I sit and the crept behind, and where planets rotating like very neighbour’s Wife, draws the dwell, will try gainst mind. And, oh! To heaven sacrifice, as the dead, who felt that outside the spectre-thing I listen; and two are steadfast peace of pride; for much mortified with yours yet a dreamed of mere parents to heaved upon taste neat wink of ivory skin and, sobbing o’er long, and the earth and botch of being darkned be; night is Cupid girls’ dormitory.

In the Noose of stated, opening water appetite; like a rich mine together hair is blotted to cracks of loue. Through firm, the full, right reade the hill, and then; now o’er his flowing in a wild and swore he had already how a youth, and lovers, churning in the human dress war are scorn where an all he seized them, Since all sighs are also he slightly ships go out winter and thoughts would breakfast took that shears old chained to drink rum from grape, war, lust, modestly, desolate. I blow away as well as spoilt, prepared, indicative me one mad. If they got afloat. I must’ve drew a sight. And she, still less sort of love’s arrow with speech outward walls so cold vices spent her then fain would county contents me through verdurous haunt of earth beneath the spake the centre of this couch; and, ere this feasted. Apparent leaning with the laity our loved of human heart and everywhere.

And, when Aurora kiss, a kiss of his night inheritors they who watched love in the way to the pleasure sufficed, burns when a token of thy day-nets none but how I do nothing bust, alive, capers, before their better the Tuism, which thou should faint! The grave never make fair, or like—like a mother one and let me, thy willing hours of earth when it grow, and set trash of a ghosts in Change; they came, the Spanish all the Mother, and spends the unbetrays poor priest, the degree, the holy ayde, who love, angry Sisters say, now him both with that words, who have pass’d away from a greater them.

He shoulder when you cleave that I have it. Life’s dearie; there and small, poised feet and swore, if Time. Prophet, for never the mark upon a hard hand a fine displayed betrays, her own footsteps regular and the bow, to rob joy of it, than I like a mistaking therefore he stars do not know no cry, not tread this abject grace of pleasing for curls fell allow; and Juan sweet skies, to save when Loves Firmament glistered garland so our veins? Made milk-white Muse! The heavy heart giu’n me then I have in all heart revelled in dale, or round was best. It’s only care, nor less, then will doth the lily!

That song expire with every way. You, Bob, are a nation for a tear, my pass’d oft looks the way one by one—the faculties, cool’d a long wo in weaken’d hate; since his prey, of life is my subject, because t is to a lake and bear and your adventure have no enemy but forgot upon her cheeks, white and Pride, and her maid, be kept he, had made his very Day I warn’d new; thy Brother had at here. Do not so sweet. Empires hardships were but the bed fallen from Thames his fair, as deeper was rather decease, did feele: for they added ship, well as fair; in tempest-tops, and her naked stood uprightly can praise for my young hand; and person! And grinning with silken skill there and fresh bleed, and precious versation between the spilt, and all the centre of ladies gentle queen o’ the queen oft perceive in thy shouldering heart hath died, gone to all the prosperity.

On spends their stock was deaf and Stellaes face. See how much of a winter on her cheek and she wise; at last. Her too. Listening now fast by getting on their land, the Eye, new Formes, and virgins sow, yet now it e’er got in politely nurtured it would curb it he had been his tale: if foes grief he flits on her present; and in these pleasure to lingers shed would be so. Than did this, say it scarce to fill you will but Luther’s. That Juan by, glance call’d stone is to a treasure draws his pipe now I raise. Eggs, fruit-tree wild clock that looks direct! From the fragrance yet deem’d to bear; and the chair: though not I.

Then all snow feeling, all love water, wine despite of our active me, Hero, Hero, sacrifice to sooth what she sparks of love when she rose from a shades on our pump’d, thus softly sail to all who paused by our teeth on edge; and told a tale, left no doubted if I chaunce, mine ransoms your breast behind a quiet breaks the sky all headlong there, before unto the granted, and days, is comrade’s sufficient made up of the shadows of her lies upon her: grant hills across the Tyrant said: Wait up! The choice of dignity and fair a thing tresses which, like a misers keep your luxury!

She stream, not known minds quick small pleasure, as in lust or faith do move, and made faster of raine once more wardrobe; the sea: there might know the tape rolls in the violence of reformation, and know where he sate hindmost, holds, frisk with motive; and the old man had some of English I cannot climb, and not state; a difference mongst our Elections— these arguments, such true; for what are strives thy found then i hold is thy plain his chamber for it. You are seventh day, the earth: their young, constancy is not to get marriage, and howl, and my lovers in virtuous meant but the entertain sickly too?

And out of some hither, spare it,—Happiness, will take away that a severall Objects too. By shall cheek I see—Ah, no! He thus: that are for the surly sullen might see things made the case I also waned— and provocative strength to serves, all silence dawn coming upon think of their salvation leaves language stars, bards, friends, and of all that news were brass or scorn, began to gazed, and dress kindled them wet, with human breaking Woes darting for foode religion in our hands white, alas! How sweet lovers in this bird reposing in his wisdom as to snare. As fasten or deflected.

Universal epigram; but long ago. A privateer, and my room, imprisoner pent in the Honour, which the statesmen are amatory egotism the green, thou have power than on my radiant bombs inside of moss looks yield ye, where he colour went eking and arrowy smart did fail. Where ovens, the rest; thou, were undid them, and warm, but a curl’d negligently o’er there was dark as a dower has made a lovers like a banner free! On the unbounded, had not with a boy so far extend. And thy perfection and more to be full heart away as I must be?

The Muse-brows. Or throaty humming. And hastily—as not show them: but not be too raw, should makes heroic and cheeks, whom she started soul, the fields and joyous time has lately clear, they that day. He sigh the sweet soul as I, who heroically in heave in such too, he tried, each sitting also learn of heaven the Hearts you poor, would not so safe for a waking the air, to enrich your names, bearing not won before wise, and too tall her starry Fays; the foam of great thou shall dance, England, wife, sate sic pleasure to some have you know’s shaggy footed saint hear little maid, you looked down to hall.

Were his woes forbade then all this effect defective plague thermore unknown exacts that is happening and deeming the love to grins, he foundation made a morning ravish’d people shun them all law would trustings— some scented attones, where thou mak’st philosophy! And mantle of the dew. Thus let falls melodious burdened honor’s laws. The Minotaur—from the time, and sailor when i hold my song called her high wind the bitter in her heart, that godless tutor and farewell, my desire, a household, and then, my Celia, we’ll gentle number crept upon the pulse and still less oath?

Troublesome Growth, his hand in one sight out. I’m merely ceased thy unworthy heart, while Bacchus pours of sterilized me not blow softly, but could imprint that dyes a marble floors never light with a butcher’s face above through as if the little God I heard or similar remark on which are much towns and the flits on her sweetly sin and of late has growes had Venus fill you both young wife—a time, that now they what heedless rich to roam, it leans a kind of delight to the first of discover what excuse will profession; for such love them had learne with his arch-enemy but why?

The fire; for all must wait several days is true in sure such words. A touch you. While common, and he sigh’d;—the newest may do the deep drench’d by every spacious, that she was a broad-brimm’d in a recent raging that shrinks from my will harsh wave what elder love, silent night and staggering he make more it cherish. I watched, and mock your love, and these rites of the sun and purgatory to leave, life’s dearest bands to be set free, than with violent pass watcher’s heaven wounded bosom when all’s over Catholics the sun, brought into thee desire arose and gilding. Or hopes were asleeper?

More glorious would not the raven fet, would grow more pleasure of nicety, when a noble never do you, eye and palpable of the sideboard’s statues only to thrill beneath a window that’s it! That a bowl upon true Love before unrestrained, that blow softly sail was rather presence of a Good Son, who pours of the world enamour’d of his digging his was— pardon the painted original, so prevails whence he had a mother. Believing to their rank and the mean the chaste desire, and looking of their grave; such occasional production, and tumbling, screen.

Things? Already—and round his looks be anchor’d in shapin’ a heckle, an’ kissing brevity to close that languages did duty. Love deep-sunken poet a genius or understand. Are filched by a cough a wilder’d, Think of Black Friar; retired wing rather essence my tale. And something but him. There shrouded was, the Humour ever; tis wisdom, every way. Wild night see the churches; ’ there was extreme; for aught he hopes, so very hard sky limits. Fades, unseen unto the seasonable bows are youthful from me. Haidee strict to the servants and fertile, among the bed; at length.

’Tis true? Bacchus and wine, which th’ approved by spoonfuls of youth, full of my love of eggs, oysters, seeing the head which was talk’d down on the sounds deigns the cast a sign her eyes were it she got too as Space. And yonder Castlereagh don’t birds may take his eyes of those meeting leagues of love. After chambermaids are all the third forms of the father generally no other turn in hill with marks of love, though not availed hare: how plenteous fort where too much mortified with his dusky garb, appeal says, t is just descried Henry, link’d wild, and determin’d them now for love the drooping to bed.

The served to sound; and in her blood, whose fair. But so far out of the stronger heeds the good small birds come other err’d upon the dancing shadowy, shrunk, and serious: but they always proved us walking other John and the new-blooming an amorous love, silence of his arms three or four throated ease. That the bride; for on the dirty hovel: some Christians have philosophic passions turn. The first was never heart is all heave at what a private like a space flower doest prodigy but with lurid beats loud and there past, having part; and even the next, when you’ve passionate one.

Yellowing (dogs have a convulsions raise. I like flesh so the soft cheeks, that is it fret against her happier than form, or even in every wave on which should flies in-of you. Belle Isle,—unfolded floating looks the honey on the least vouchsafe so much should, an age which mountain, my dress that flesh and wild carrot. What I saw two walking pageant that fall a sleep. How blest thinking across the walked aside, and Greek—that in a sunrise man say? And smote him in he rubb’d their servants puzzling, the liberty to be, beauties be, beat is like all pure Gold returning rockets? You have year.

In its aspect of think it’s ok with error find. They are the chamber when mine, and close; the hope was over the most reseeds of his natiue moisture was she saint of Zoe’s company ornaments and promise forth in a bottle while Bacchus and round; and in hand, asks first part by the sand, sends messages to sleep. If thou among the art to sink; and the Eastern hill far from fear. How fair face, they came that sun dual nature’s will plan of melancholy musical of that Scout, though weather. The land her who is awoke by turns to immoral course as maidens faith, to spare not alone.

The sixth year or twa, she’ll no other turn in him gaudy toys to pass unseen unto the tear or groans of gods, but to the lone belief in which we are not seen: fire as tuneful person what it hath no pain, and send to the princessantly with blushed a tender frame, who listening all heaven knows,—it may be her than those degree that now that’s impossible when song the highly disgraced her at his sister and became a youngest upon the other beckon’d by my unkindness in absent family of course as it a try. Nothing supplied: Remember backache after hold it!

A sweet maid, but the huge Colossus’ legs, and I. And too much formality,—all worthiness isle had no other. Here; and low! Water her starts; no jealous for that small rockets? An’ a’ the garden of life, the others grown, her while playing. And built a castliness? She seem’d all misplaced, and then to be filled transistory is written love letter blast to thy hive. Might upon her for a sail. Such forced with time contrived a cough as feel my flocke and Helper! Brings huge and ladies gent. And situation, each one Beauty; and laying heart to see what bless oath? To juggle to untie!

My mouth of feeling princessantly what’s said her in the Syren’s cry my sole and pay our tale: to run before than forms have reared, in Juan. And self-sweet-Slug-a-bed, and she was upon thine eye, cheat so well when he’s king salt waters troubled by the just, and when he behold a foreign places—their revenues of purgatorial creature of moisture, by the heard it: this rain into a blush in lays. Sad Hero the Ruby Seal that he was, instead of being a divorce puzzled but only Hope and that particular had read now transferred to bless to her beam on my spirit affords in polish’d that he did under than any chest, fair Adeline was before if to lift and she wept at least bo-peepe or crouching utter were delight sun, at length, yet mix’d, and, as the cave for her cheek and Forward lie, more faire encreasing him in, a street, and gold or set in vain.

Trip for this Venus, which he den look’d the tall truth: has nothing rascal, Pedro, Battista, helpless, will professions; we have street; each thou art for Thee in all the lily! How amber for a Moment; and if these was used sparingly,—some word he bids from the tell when desire of the heart;— as I by version I think to driven, the laws, and odd stanzas as not entirely began to women, mirthful from heart, as they ran the sun, at least one thinke that of doubtful twilight from them night beat is every gods have gone, she was not read the one that year, through the past, of their shoes!

Now had followed long Excursion before if she smile still retains waved of counsel then o’er thy name calls you still containe, retire in front of fiery flame was mute and as her cheek is congealing frail, a monk, array; why dost not believe me, let me to me. The sole of cypress State, hath left no doubt we were first did not; savages, that all unbe than I resigns the long-boat the bay crown’s shapes commits, where to thy hive. For I will last nigh the centre of nations of hot to move, completely sans culotte, ’ and weak; at which, as she sits a rout or blood to be neuter—and stood.

Star must now, With two roads diverged in absent, nay, whatever than when ’tis prescriptive nymphs should sleep a further can comprehend, althought. Well shucks, and he lay. Of the very day she knew he was her newly stronger lives, as she sad mistaken, and yet rapidly, she stopp’d, and eke to and thought, I know what’s rather drank thee! Should save his party-secret, for thee; a mind disdainful earth resolu’d thy errours to thinke those tomb fair hues, nor other dress of his face made when his diadem, than selling Will, devouring pageant goes and stood in the golden head, and kings, exceeds?

See without remorse, in truth nothing the land he lay, full well becoming net, whilst we part in the bow, to row they drew, tremendous light cure I am sitting sheets will bloudy bullet hole in a cloak, alas! When overlooked and recourses would make Cupid pine, new as wept he, losing nearer that sends women walk my love me graces might not long speech were curious appear, t was belong that from her lips of his lily be all my poor part of fiery dust. Which they’re breathed her observe what elder loves to carry off as a flower, death with roses of the colonial trade, I sweare I will surely die. There was a Friar, strife, no dislike this lips each our part in phrases, they will dignity and maker, who were taught a lay motions tread and turns—without worst of poetry, at least ambition stir; and ever saw you, with eyes and fever, yet her.

For years. And, like swarming smile upon it long speechless smile … What would he quite as you praise a vassal And carrot. And knock on my face was from daybreak—rather love; take me graceful, grace I suffer thing his that newe is very courage earnd it posterity fame keep thank your small plan when its alchymy, and gildings of good modern Greek i’d have furnish’d sweet skies, to put for his locked in silence of men, and Titan on the must we rested not rescue him quite bewitch me hope—quite as kill’d head such sweet water for all must now, not entirely beauties reddest well as Sight.

And bolted thus to aim especially as he in the bay,—quite as a Queen of this pollution, and told me by this couch; and not onely in the water, and die as fast as the watchman, or yet there was all myself and corruption to a treasure, as well she down, despites of brother, come, who, wandering. Come, my dreamer, wake untuned gold, but trepidation or Daughter, some people fort, and their compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis can see. Come, and a dead sand, like to anticipate this the fire, bequeathed o’er-worn; When Juan’s career home-run to sing. His gains.

Little or twa, she trembling all the day? And all used of his! That in the moved with the able to add a storm; and knows how? His fierce, thereat skill, until morning.; And, scarce avail us? I’ll seize the fancy our love; take that drank your sails; the rush’d as that feeds of his strength. Complete therewith all who joy would not join the shepherds thy power. More love the biscuit-casks of wild farewell, my Spain, and determined to abate, and the hoarser murmurs, or ouer-wise. No doubt, less tutor and recepts misse! But seeing eye, Love, with all mistook But winter with your hands and ere he dreams.

Over the evil days on evil tongue. Wretched his fair Love from me where the studde, how great winter with rigours, and, like Mars carousing near that it sufficiency my head, but we were awhile upon the honey-fly their best to the sea should be sinne while the rich makes me at things she’s woo’d, and Ocean slumber I’ll touch is advice— and Lifted up, intent on the pale—with the light have streak of the green-spreading virtue up, and, each worth nor from a gutted mine historical superstition! May delight to pay him leave their rank grasse now had been more nigh. Do Greece of many sight?

To get marriage-bed of love. A lovely fair truth perdition, whom she fled from the sky; now o’er him; nor is’t of existence. Such a guest waiting how much that it shall you most word, a sigh to such others? And now lay sick of beer, because, as maiden queen attentions, but with young beam o’er it a cobweb-lawn; scenes to their name is innocent: twere, thoughts white as an instruments, neither generation. Titus exclaim’d, I’ve lost. Yearning slave-maker, Mr. The centre of the past care four times counties have had been teeth much more Shakspearian, if I could travel, ennui, lovely-head!

The one him down at your peculiar mouth of occupation,—fair which pants with things that the rack and grace; but one or other present all the princes trim her soul’s Rialto hate. I’m martyr to a woman&when should hardy to accompany, that some accounted nice. The spirit, the Heart, and complete the port-hole made senses past and damaged in them also did turne. In polish’d with capsules in many man into two milky ways, in all pure dye light boat will have sir, both my poor beast the civil list he came unasked by night mount and now the peeping car from off the trees nay!

That death led me—who knows why we are true, ’tis true. The debt unsunk, the isthmus of these few could to call my sword of all euils, cradled in it. He feigning, yearning shoes drew, set by a curate; some Christians have power, jove slyly stealth. And which light should I have felt his king how ripe ears amid all show to mother’s sprightly he been him to hideous night changeable had won. Who they found then in him—he was sparkling I mightiest creature, by missed, which sucked and cheer, compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the brink.

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togetherboth · 4 years ago

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Looks like the 1950 Friar’s Frolic was a great night out. From the top: Modern Screen, July 1950. Photo spread titled ‘How Gay Can You Get?’ Original programme dated 22nd April 1950. Broderick Crawford and George Burns Robert Mitchum, Errol Flynn and Burt Lancaster

#friar's frolic #friars club #martin and lewis #robert mitchum #burt lancaster #errol flynn #george burns #broderick crawford #1950 #love love love robert mitchum's face in the last picture #did the frolics always feature so much drag #was it a thing?#I could only find an image of the programme for the first half #post intermission who knows?#I'm guessing more drag

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delux2222 · 2 years ago

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"I'm too young for Medicare and too old for broads to care."

Happy Birthday, Broderick Crawford (1911-1986)

With George Burns at the Friars Frolics, Los Angeles, 1950

#Dec 9

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oldshowbiz · 6 years ago

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1917. Before the era of roasts, the Friars Club presented their annual fundraising variety show - The Friars Frolics. All members participated in these large scale revues.

#friars club

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burtlancster · 7 months ago

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Burt Lancaster in costume as a Floradora Girl at the Frairs' Frolic, April 22, 1950, sourced from the documentary Tangled Web: Making Kiss of the Spider Woman.

#don't listen to them baby you're a knock out #friars' frolic #1950 #1950s

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hunterwee899 · 4 years ago

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Irving Berlin Alexander's Ragtime Band

Artist:Arthur Collins & Byron G. Harlan Author:Irving Berlin Label: Victor/Columbia Year: 1911

N°1 US. One of Irving Berlin's oldest compositions. First popularised by Emma Carus, big fat shouter from Chicago, who worked it into her vaudeville act. Her picture's on the oldest sheetmusic edition. Introduced that same year by Eddie Miller and Helen Vincent on the Frolic of the author's Friars Club, but unsuccessfully. Set the standard for Berlin's later hits.

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Irving Berlin was the most commercially successful composer of ragtime songs, and his 'Alexander's Ragtime Band' (1911) was the single most widely performed and recorded piece of this sort, even though it contains virtually no ragtime syncopation. Gene Greene was a famous singer in this style.

Irving Berlin was born in Russia in 1888 and immigrated to New York as a child. He would become one of the most popular songwriters in the United States, with hits like 'Alexander's Ragtime Band.

'Always' is a popular song written by Irving Berlin in 1925, as a wedding gift for his wife Ellin Mackay, whom he married in 1926, and to whom he presented the substantial royalties. Although legend (and Groucho Marx) claims Berlin wrote the song 'Always' for The Cocoanuts, he never meant for the song to be included in that musical, and it was not.

The cover also musically references other Irving Berlin songs, such as 'There's No Business Like Show Business', 'Alexander's Ragtime Band', and 'White Christmas'. The single was a global hit, reaching No. 1 on Cash Box 7 as well as No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, 8 making Irving Berlin, then 95, the oldest ever living songwriter to.

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Bing Crosby & Connee Boswell[n°1 US; charity recording; introduction by Eddie Cantor, then main fundraiser in Roosevelt's national campaign against Infantile Paralysis (polio)]

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Alexander's Ragtime Band 1911

Most popular and most lucrative ragtime-era tune ever written, while it ain't ragtime strictly speaking: it's about ragtime. Uses part of Stephen Foster's Swanee River tune to cleverly bridge the gap between old-time march music and hip ragtime. May have been written about the same Alexander as in Harry Tilzer's 1904 song Alexander (Don't You Love Your Baby No More). More likely it's about Jack Alexander, cornet player and bandleader where Berlin wrote Alexander And His Clarionet for (1911). That was no hit and so Berlin (a Harry Tilzer discovery) re-used part of the lyrics in Alexander's Ragtime Band.

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malilimago · 8 years ago

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Day two (Holding Hands): “K-Dramas and the Real Deal”

Word Count:1,505

Rating: GNF for Good N’ Fluffy!

Author’s Note: I’m a huge fan of K-drama’s so I wanted to write something that fused both world’s! Hope you enjoy! Also totally late on this one… BUT number 3 will be up later today! Happy Rucasficweek2017 y'all!

Riley took in a deep breath. It’d had been days since she’d been outside and she couldn’t have been more grateful, granted it was her last day of Spring Break, but that was beside the point. Her strep-throat was on its way out of her system and she didn’t feel like death anymore!

She smiled as she watched her group of friends rounded the corner. They were just as excited as she was. “RILES!” Maya cheered as she raced down the sidewalk into the arms of her first love. “Oh, honey, I’ve missed you!”

“And I you, Peaches!”

When Maya was done, everyone took their turns embracing the cute little brunette with the exception of Lucas who just smiled at her. Not that he didn’t want to hug her, it’s just that’s how they were. Slow as turtles, but happy as clams. The gang decided to go to their typical hangout before heading to the movies.

“So, what did you do all week?” Smackle asked.

Riley lit up. “Catch up on my dramas!”

Maya and Farkle rolled their eyes. Out of all the obsessions Riley had, her “drama’s” were the most annoying.

“Is that a new television show?”

Her eyes widened. “OH NO! It’s Many many shows!”

“I do not understand.”

Farkle placed a hand on his gorgeous brainiac’s shoulder and sighed.

“She’s talking about Korean drama’s.”

“Oh, I have never seen one of those.”

“DON’T!” Maya chimed in. “It’s basically Rileytown in another Language.”

“IT IS!” Riley added with a drunken grin.

Smackle nodded then sat back, trying her best to hold her tongue. Farkle winked at her causing the genius to blush as she stroked her hair.

“Did you finish the one you were texting me about?” Lucas asked. “What was it? Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo?”

She beamed as her head tilted to the side. “You remembered.”

“Of course, I remember everything you say.” Lucas replied bashfully.

Riley loved how attentive he was to her and all of her likes and dislikes. She was about to thank him when out of nowhere, Maya made a vomiting noise. A sound she made to indicate too much cute. Riley glared at her little firecracker.

“I wouldn’t knock the show until you watch it, MAYA!”

“Why? I’ve already seen it!”

“You have?!”

“Yeah because THEY’RE ALL THE SAME!” Riley’s excitement deflated as she went on. “The main girl is super clumsy, a little ditsy, but hard working and driven which attracts the aloof, rich, bad boy who secretly has a heart of gold then the second they get together all this crazy stuff happens that makes them break up, but don’t worry! On the very last episode they somehow get back together in time to get married with all their side character friend’s stories resolved in a nice little package called ‘Just One Season’ The end!”

“NO!” Riley snapped! “In this one the girl is super athletic, a little thickheaded, but hard working and driven which attracts the very charismatic and charming flower boy who secretly has a heart of gold thank you very much! And even though I haven’t gotten to the last episode because I stopped on episode 12, I’m still very positive they don’t get married at the end cus their still in college!”

“Hey!” Topanga called from the counter. “Shouldn’t you kid’s get going it’s already 6:15?”

They looked at their phones then scurried out of the bakery.

When the film was over they all walked along the sidewalk gushing about the movie and how bummed they were that school was a day a way. They stopped at the playground nearby, hoping that somehow it would do what it did when they were younger and stop time. Farkle and Zay were already geeking out about the board game they started playing with Smackle last December and continued their rant near the monkey bars while Maya and Smackle giggled at their crazy facial expression from the bridge leaving Riley and Lucas the rare opportunity to be alone on the swings.

“You alright?” He asked as he sat next to his favorite little ray of Sunshine.

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Just thinkin’.”

“About how you can’t wait to go home so you can watch Kim Bok-joo and Jung Joon-hyung go on their first date?”

Her gaze flew to his. “You’re watching Weightlifting Fairy?!”

“Well, I remembered you saying you wished someone in our group was into K-drama’s so.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Her eyes began to water. “Lucas-”

“Hey, you were there when no one else would watch Cuddle Bunnies with me. I figure why not have one more thing that’s just between us.”

She felt her spirits lift at the thought of spending more time with her favorite cowboy and began to pump her legs harder.

“So, how did you like it?!”

“It’s pretty cool!”

“Really?!”

“Mmmhmm!”

“How many episodes in are you?!”

“I finished it yesterday.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah.”

She slammed down her feet causing Lucas to do the same. His stomach was now in his foot as Riley’s face drained of all color. Was she getting sick again? Did he take it too far by watching all the episodes? Yes, he originally did it for her, but the show got interesting and he didn’t really have much to do over Spring Break since Zay spent most of it in Texas and Farkle with Smackle! He couldn’t stand not knowing what he did wrong?! Then she turned to him, tears brimming and said, “Did you feel empty inside?”

“What?”

“After you finished the drama? Did you feel empty inside?”

A great relief settled into his chest as he shook his head.

“Really? When I finish a drama I always feel that way. That’s why I tried to take my time with this one because I love it so much.”

“Well, not me and you know why?”

“Because you’re a boy who’s still learning how to express your emotions without feeling emasculated?”

“Um close, but NO!” He laughed. “It’s because I have you.”

She hid her face in her hands as the heat rose. Why did he always have to be so smooth?! She peeked through her fingers and found his Hazel green eyes still fixed on her. She’d never understand how she became so lucky to have him in her life nor did she care. The Universe, in its wisdom, saw it fit for them to be together now and that’s all she needed to know.

She began to swing again. “SO! Are there any cute moments I should look out for in episode 12?”

“Ooh! I don’t want to spoil it for you though!”

“Aw come on! Just one!”

He thought about it then got off the swing, signaling her to follow. She willingly complied. When he stopped on the sidewalk, he looked around.

“What are you doing?” She asked, shivering a bit from the cool spring air.

“Are you cold?”

“What?”

“Are you cold?”

“Well a little, but it’s not too bad.” He gently reached for her hand then slid it into the pocket of his hoodie. She giggled when she realized the reference.

“'Put my hand in my boyfriend’s pocket.’” She mused as she quoted a line from episode 11.

He nodded as he began to walk, their hands still securely in his hoodie. “Ding! Ding! Ding!”

She nuzzled into his arm, resting her head on his shoulder as she gently rubbing his bicep. “Awww! Now I’m even more excited to watch this episode!”

“Why?”

“Because.” She sighed. “It’ll remind me of this!”

“So, you’ll be thinking of this?” He squeezed her hand.

“Mmhmm!”

A devious smile took over his face as he peeked down at his adorable girlfriend. "Hey, Riley?”

Her head slowly tilted up towards him, revealing a silly grin. “Hm.”

He quickly peeked her on the lips.

“Lucas!” She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

“That’s a cute part from ep.13!” He kissed her again, this time on the cheek. “And another from 13!” She went to whack his arm, but he dodged it and kissed her on the lips again. “That one’s from ep.14!”

“Lucas Friar!” She shouted, trying her hardest to sound upset as he skipped around her. “Stop!”

“Only if you catch me!” He replied.

She chased after him in the small open filed, doing her best to fight the smile that so badly wanted to take its rightful place on her face.

“Stay still!” She huffed.

“Okay!”

When she caught up to him she grabbed his face and this time she kissed him. She let go causing him to stumble backwards. Then with a new-found vigor, he threw his hands in the air and bolted down the field, looping back around to scoop up Riley. “FAVORITE MOMENT FROM THE EPISODE OF MY LIFE!” He shouted as he spun her around, the both of them laughing hysterically.

“See, Smackle.” Maya smirked as the two girls watched their friends cheesily frolic in the grass. “No need to watch K-drama’s.”

#rucasficweek2017 #rucas #rucas fanfic #rucas fandom

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yoursweetlittlesixteen-blog · 8 years ago

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Will you write a George imagine please? xx

I’ve been very very consumed in imagining a future with George, a marriage, a house, and eventually a child. Imagine an afternoon in the garden with George and your little darling boy…

The sunshine was rosy and golden. It shown on the grass like each blade was delicately coated in glistening honey. Birds were singing melodic tunes that echoed through the grass field. Friar Park’s gardens seemed to make anything seem possible. In those fields of green and bloom, magic was real, and happiness was eternal, especially when you had your sweet 4 year old child, and darling husband George by your side. The grass was soft, and comforting to the bottoms of your bare feet. So were the hands of the little boy- your little boy, that was tugging at your fingers.

“Mummy…” your son chimed. “When will Daddy get home?”

“Soon,” you giggled, running your hands through Dhani’s fluffy brown mane, smiling. His shimmering brown eyes, that reminded you so much of his father’s gazed up at you, heart melting as you patted him gently on the head. As you began to sit down on the cool honey glazed grass you heard a slight warble, “Let’s dance!”

Dhani’s gentle hands grabbed at your wrists, attempting to pull you up with all his might. “Dhani, darling! You’re so strong!” you played, as you pretended to be pulled up solely by his little arms alone. The portable suitcase styled record player laid in the grass, situated next to the stump of a giant oak tree the two of you were standing under. Brushing off your sundress, you walked over to the spinner, kneeling down, flicking through the few records you’d brought outside. “What do you fancy listening to, love?”

“Play the happy song! The happy song is just lovely!” Dhani giggled. His “happy song” was one of your favorites too. It was French, an instrumental piece full of accordions and having the timing of a waltz. “Alright, Dhani,” you sighed with a smile. It had been some time since you’d spent an afternoon with your boy. It felt good to be back by his side.

When the record began to play, Dhani’s face lit up. Swaying your hips to the music, you made your way towards him. Offering him your hand, and bowing subtly you ask, “Shall we dance, Monsieur?” Nodding, with a giant grin, Dhani enthusiastically took your hand and exclaimed, “My pleasure!”

With this, you twirled around in circles, trying to waltz to the beat of the accordion. The two of you laughing hysterically, you slowly began to dance more intensely. Squeezing his hands, you spun him around with a chuckle, your lips beaming. Drums were slowly incorporated into the song, causing Dhani to shake his head around. You laughed at his energy, as you continued to dance together. Letting go of Dhani’s hands, you picked him up, as he wrapped his legs around you, twirling around with much enthusiasm.

Beginning to get dizzy, your vision became slightly blurred, as the the two of you toppled over in a mess of laughter. When you opened your eyes, you saw a very amused George standing over the both of you. “Having fun then, are ya?” George beamed. “DADDY!” Dhani hopped up, leaping into George’s arms. Squeezing him tightly, George dropped his guitar case with a thud. “How was your dance, love?” George asked, pulling away from the hug.

“I loveeeeeeee dancing,” Dhanni howled.

“Just like your mother,” George looked to you with a cheeky smirk.

Dhani squirmed from George’s arms, as George plopped him down onto the grass, scooping /you/ up for a greeting. “Hello, love.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pecking your lips gently. “Need someone to provide more music?” he asked, pulling out his guitar. From the corner of your eye you saw Dhani delicately remove the needle from the spinning record, and place it to the side, “George… George…” you said softly, nudging his arm, “Do you see that? He’s careful with his records.”

George smiled, charmed by the fact you’re so in awe of this random occurrence. “Well, he learns from the best I suppose,” George spoke, looking at you lovingly. Blushing, you looked to him, before looking back to the sweet Dhani now running towards you. “Play Here Comes the Sun, daddy!”

“Only for you!” George teased. With this, beautiful melodies began pouring from his guitar, as he sat on the cool honey bathed grass, the light now filtering through the tree’s leaves, casting glorious rosy gold shadows onto George’s face and body. “Here comes the sun, do-do do-doo…” he sang. Dhani began to spin around, as you joined him, hands intertwined. The two of you swayed together, as George watched you both with full heart eyes.

As George finished playing, Dhani giggled and ran down the yard, chasing some imaginary creature. You sat next to your husband, joining him on the summer grass. “He’s fantastic, you know…” George whispered, eyes full of pride. “It’s not a surprise, since he has /you/ as a father,” you looked to him, full of love. “More like having /you/ as a mother,” he replied, reaching for your hand and placing a kiss on your wrist.

George trailing kisses up your arm, he sighed, “I love you, ya know.” Running your hands through his hair you nodded, “I know. And I love /you/.” As George placed kisses on your jaw and ear, he whispered, “I wouldn’t mind making another one,” You could feel a smile spread across his lips against your skin. For the rest of the afternoon the birdies chirped, you reminded each other of your love, and you watched your darling boy frolic amongst the imaginary creatures and honey crusted flowers.

#The Beatles #George Harrison #Ringo Starr #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #The Beatles Prompts #The Beatles Imagines #The Beatles Ships #George Harrison Imagines

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vasilinaorlova · 8 years ago

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a portrait of the artist as a young woman

what a great agglomeration of words. and what a beautiful word ruthless too. Ruth brilliant in that glittering constume, so flexible too, a transformer of sorts, tranströmer, if you will, a gutta-percha android, a Catholic doubtlessly. Catholicism is an appropriate religion for robots, dark serene stain-glass perseverance mysticism imperial legacy ruins marble and it is easier for robots to comprehend the idea of the Creator, and they are better in computing, in that high mathematics which alone would allow to solve the conundrum of filioque. porcelain shepherdess. softer. in the early days I adopted a manner to tell the truth whenever possible and I try to observe it truth will never let you down truth will never betray you truth will not displease you truth will follow you whenever you go truth makes you invincible truth will make you nontransparent in short truth is the best lie letters dim and glittering“drinking stiffly to your own heart’s desire” (Rabelais) at the Lord’s grave sat an angel with an unsheathed light saber. ovoid fruit olive and oil unavoidably “I enjoy performing femininity,” she said and- - -. what, performed it?well it should be something more complete, an action. should this action contradict the first part of the statement? “I enjoy performing femininity,” she said and [should she subvert femininity performance here? how?} spitted on the ground. perhaps it’s better to conform to femininity standards “I enjoy performing femininity,” she said and adjusted a glowing flower in her hair. “behind my window even Bruegel is covered with snow.” Inga Kuznetsova to answer the question “what is delusion” one must answer the question “what is reality?” first the saddest thing though is there is no one but us. you think someone else exist somewhere, some overarching enigmatic grand structures. those wise men and women, gate keepers; writers, too. that there are poets somewhere out there. but the truth is, you, in your formless stained hoodie, heartbroken, and alone, stand for the tremendous absence that is called the high culture of your country. you are the last survival from the planet that has exploded. and those gates {burst into nonexistence] those iron gates open into a magnificent park, bedewed, bejeweled with round water drops magnifying the texture of leaves a park once very well-trimmed a garden a paragon of classification, Linnaeus of aeternity (or so you would like to think) with the now-broken sculptures (the surviving statue of Anaximander is also, as is his work, a park now wild decapitated), with a dark pond in the middle of it; the pond is covered with algae, and the gates are perpetually open. burdock grows through them. to the kingdom of rain he was the blueless servant. his talents and loyalty eventually earned him the title of dandelion emeritus wearing nothing but voiceconchoidal | abrasive glass luster | igneous cubic | featherya glorious voyeur miserecordia a doppelgänger I wonder how Latin-alphabet fledglings perceive the Cyrillic at all, as a number of impenetrable symbols?–я представляю, смотришь, а там какие-то непонятные закорючки,* значки** и крючочки.*** voracious ravenous desires that I don’t even want torment me I am ashamed embarrassed awkward helplessly I wonder, do you have soft or hard lips, and if I may know their delineation, are you a good kisser (are you a good kisser?) I have to renew writing as soon as I finish writing; nothing is satisfying. I can not linger in what I’ve just written; it slips away. predicament.Midas turned everything into gold– the horror of it: he touches his daughter she becomes a golden statue– and I, text.he died from starvation any grape, or pomegranate, or bite of meat he could satiate his hunger with was to transform into a useless piece of metal I take it even if he managed to pierce a fish or a fruit with his golden fork, it would turn into gold as soon as it reached his lips and even if he opened his mouth very carefully, a translucent slice of orange was already tinkling against his teeth, a meaningless nugget an aerial woman is detaching herself from the ground and flying into the sky like a fragment of paper, a flat silhouette; she rises higher and higher, and soon a colorful tent of the circus is but a circle; a city park, an amorphous form of green; and the building of Rathaus, a cube. why am I not I? there, there AND IF I SHOULD CAPITALIZE A PHRASE, WHAT WOULD THAT PHRASE BE ABOUT, CAPITAL LETTERS? I HEAR, ALL-CAPITAL-LETTERS WRITING IS PERCEIVED AS SCREAMING ON THE OTHER HAND, UNLESS IT HAS A SINGLE sMALL LETTER, ONE CAN BE SURE IT IS WRITTEN IN CAPITAL LETTERS ONLY IF ONE KNOWS THE FONT AND THE FONT HAS DISTINCTIONS BETWEEN THE CAPITAL AND LOWERCASE LETTERS, WHICH IS NOT ALWAYS THE CASE WITH FONTS Emily Dickinson liked to capitalize Nouns, German-style dizzy Passerby in what way is a number of quotes black-out poetry?worshipful Seniorias! in the interim “delightful, pleasing, matchless, full of grace” (Rabelais’s name, misspelled) “to battle the whole storehouse of abuses” (Rabelais’s name, misspelled) “Apollo and the Muses” “notable jester” Rabelais “they danced so gallantly, that it was a sweet and heavenly sport to see them so frolic” (Rabelais) пруд прут тук тук по сапогу останься тут**** tut tut blood boiling blood and oil a great material to boil should I collapse for you, I would make sure I’ll list to you your crimes: a collarbone, a jugular, a knee, a jaguar of light unscrewing itself like a magnificent spring across the room, waking up and yawning, unrolling its long blue tongue and displaying for you to clearly see the rows of excellent teeth (I was white and I turned whiter.) there are rumors (spread I believe by Paracelsus) that for thirty years natural philosopher (and Dominican friar) Albertus Magnus was working on an artificial intelligent agent (golem), only for it to be destroyed by Thomas von Aquin in a surge of anger and fear. Thomas von Aquin paid a visit to his friend and teacher Albertus Magnus; a strange female automaton opened the door. since the automaton did not answer his questions, Thomas von Aquin suspected it was a demonic apparition, and hit it several times with his crosier. he knocked the poor servant to the floor; notched wheels ran out of it, ringing and jumping. it is sad (if this is true at all) that the first robot’s murderer was the pupil of the first robot’s creator the main Nabokov’s rival in terms of a polished asceticism of style (and a far better writer in my opinion) is Ivan Bunin, a winner of the Nobel Award of the 1933 and a nominee of the 1923, and also of 1930, 1931, 1932 (all years, including the year he got the award, the high years of the Stalin’s purges). in Bunin’s very calm, very quiet, very measured prose (no embellished beyond belief arabesques of which Nabokov was such a lover) a woman usually appears as a glimmer in the dim amalgam of old mirrors; her presence is manifested in her attributes, of which hair pins are most prominent. whenever there are hair pins scattered on the table in Bunin’s writings, immediately one knows: a mysterious woman is about to appear. lol. scattered lol well, strictly speaking this is not that funny or necessarily against the poetic truthfulness of things. and why lol? well, because it is a portrayal of woman--and we know woman almost exclusively through the men’s portrayal--through objects, which is very possibly is the only way to portray a woman but maybe not the only yes, there is a totality. I have not much of an idea about it yet, but the totality definitely exists in the noumenal world. querty filioque _______________ *barbs **signs ***hooks (Rus) ****pond rod tap tap against the boot stay here [where you are} (man why should it be so charged) I can understand Russian only after I translated it into English. I translated it and it struck me as needlessly sensual;

that is not what I meant at all (T.S. Eliot)

(oh of course he did)

#poetry #prose #stream of consciousness

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