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I'm filling photo albums of you
in many guises
and I'm hoping that
when I look back
you'll be there
to laugh along
not just a memory
playing the harp strings
of my heart
in two dimensions
from a fading photographWrote this 4 years into my only long term relationship, which is still going strong in it's 18th year. Now the albums are filling with the three loves we created.
The stuff above this is lovely by the way. Thanks.
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Role model my fat black arse, and those who try to come up with a public interest case for their crotch sniffing are desperately unimpressive.
Not having had a CraigSlap before, what's the protocol here? Do I fall on my rhetorical sword, or would you prefer another form of public humiliation?
I accept your point it's none of our business. But then why the hell can't we turn on a TV, look at a blog, or listen to a radio without it being all over it? I've been trying to ignore it (mostly), it just won't bloody go away.
Anyway, I didn't intend to start a war, so you win, and have a merry Christmas.
Sword.
Falling.
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Ah, Tiger on the menu again.
It seems, yet again, that sporting prowess is of higher public concern than any indiscretions that might serve to tarnish the good person's name. Frankly I like my 'role models' to have a bit more substance, and at least a modicum of integrity.
Having just recovered from that wacko Scientologist jumping on the couch, I'm going 'autovomiton'* just thinking about Oprah interviewing Tiger (has it happened yet? Who cares).
'Oprah, it was just one of those things I suppose. There was this door in my hotel room, and being of an inquisitive nature I opened it, tripped, and fell into a naked woman lying on the floor. And you know what's incredible, it happened 11 times!' (or is it 12? I've lost count).
The man is a cad. Period.
And as for his caddy (do we have to like him because he's a Kiwi?), I have a strange vision of him cruising around in a Cadillac with oversized gold rings collecting prospects for a lineup.
While it may have the makings for a Shakespearean drama, he has a real wife, and real children, and they didn't choose this shit, so screw him.
Well, got that off my chest. Sorry, must be nearly Christmas.
*n. Involuntary and spontaneous raising of bile into ones mouth, which one is forced to swallow for the sake of decorum.
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Of Shakespeare, but not from. Tom Stoppard's
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
The Tennis Match.'Are you deaf?'
'Am I dead?'
'Yes or no?'
'Is there a choice?'
'Is there a God?'
'Foul, no non sequiturs'Brilliant.
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In the 3rd form our exuberant teacher, a poet and subsequent author, had us study The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Whether we were up to the task or not, the memory of it is still vivid. Maybe because we drew pictures of the scenes, as 13 year olds would.
In 6th form I don't even remember what we studied, but I do remember the cupcakes the teacher gave out at the end of the year. They had a letter on top to signify some aspect of the pupils literary endeavours. Mine had a wriggly 'e' on it. When asked the teacher said 'you have the most illegible hand writing in the class'. Haha. But as you can see, I had the last laugh.
After that was Uni, and Chaucer, and all that that entails.
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Can I just say as a newbie that you're all fricken awesome. After stumbling into a flame war without my training wheels, a particular moment of grace thanks to BenW set the scene for a greater dose of critical self-awareness than I was fully prepared for.
What I've discovered is that this is a place for the honest, and pretenders need not apply. I'm fully aware that I'm not there yet, wherever there is, but I'm here, and I like it.
Good luck, and good night...
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I can't see how it could be 'translated' without losing some of its meaning.
I can't profess to any expertise on Shakespeare, or maybe that was obvious. It just seemed to fit with the BenW missives, and I like cross-pollination. For some reason I memorised that poem years back, and it comes to mind from time to time.
Actually why did I memorise it? Did I recite it at parties? I don't remember doing so. Oh god, please tell me I didn't.
But, to put that myth to rest, if you encounter a suspected dick, and you recite that poem to them, there will be no more doubt vis-à-vis the dickishness, and telepathy want necessary.
B-boom tish...
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Attach a note saying "For Encircled Lands marae copy" or something. We're hoping to get one copy to each marae in the area.
Thanks.
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On Shakespeare and dicks.
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own;
I may be straight, they they themselves be bevel.
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown,
Unless this general evil they maintain:
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.Sonnet 121: Translation to modern English
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I don't want to seem like a dick (too late) but what's this all about again?
If you feel like supporting Judith Binney’s work this way, contact www.bwb.co.nz to see about donating a book to a Tuhoe marae. It’s a practical gift that would mean a lot to the author.
That's a bloody good idea.