So Long

[Manna]

hey, I never spilt coca-cola on my laptop. I did dance on it once though.

[Manna]

Hey, since you didn't respond, I'm starting to feel like a twit. You were being all heavy and serious and I just threw it away. I allow myself to feel good about what I do. The rest of the world - well, I can't help everything. And I have to allow that I can't or I'll go crazy. The awful things people do to each other is too much for me sometimes. My husband starts talking to me about the news, and he gets so angry, and he takes it so personally, and I feel like a failure because I can't allow myself to take those things like that. I have my child, and she is someplace where I can be meaningful. And there are other places. And I have to let those be enough. The rest just makes me feel too helpless. Once in a while I let it in. The rest of the time, yep, I dance.

[lizzytysh]

I'm wondering if you're dancing, Adam. I will continue to, but it seems I shouldn't do it barefoot any more. According to the doctor, anyway. The last time I did, an injury resulted. Nothing to absorb the shock of the step. It seems to somehow be related to the passage of time... haven't quite put it together to figure out the connection, yet .

I hope you're dancing, Adam.


~ Lizzy

[Boss]

I'm dancin' Lizzy; just like Manna. Just did it to American Pie 5 minutes ago. I'm dancin'. Manna, I can find a lake of meaning in my dog. He is everything. But there is more, still more, to everything. There is unfinished business so to speak. We live on a knife-edge, teetering in the blatant truth. And your child Manna, she is not of monetary value, either is my dog. They are free... they do not comprehend our silly, lopsided ways. Manna, Lizzy, what I'm suggesting is not difficult to understand All I say is that the inequality our forefathers put into motion hundreds, p'haps thousands of years ago has ended up fucking critical. I highlight different examples to get my point across. I don't care if you think I'm serious all the time. It matters. I could talk about basketball, I rather talk of, say, The Holocaust. Deep inside all of us there is nobility. We just have to find it. Deep inside all of us is the satisfaction of seeing justice done. We love and we hate. We are human. But we must, with all our intensity possible, we must lean toward love. We have nothing else. There are so many mysteries in the Cosmos, so many unknowns, but, for me at least, one thing is sure. Mankind will colonize this Universe, and we will do it as one race.

We are animals, but we are so much more

[mat james]

Boss says,

We are animals

You're an animal Boss
No mystery in that
Borderline insect, I'd suggest
More bite than maul
Buzzy and flighty
With the occasional sting

[Boss]

Take care Mat James

You're a good man

Adam

[~greg]

This is still the pick-up place?

I have been thinking of doing a little picking-up myself,
just to pick me up a little.

But I find that I've lost all my lines and have to
come up with all new ones.

The two that just occurred to me
- "Wanna pray?"
and
- "Can I get a urine sample?"
may be a bit too specialized for general use.

But unfortunately the generic "Did you ever hear of Leonard Cohen?"
never works.

~~~~~
Ok, I've got it now.

I'll just say: "Hello."

Because all women want the chance to say
"you had me at hello"
some time in their lives. Right?
=======

I'd give my heart
for a little romance right now.

[lizzytysh]

Hi Greg ~

It's rare that a man expresses such a longing and it's touching when anyone does. This seems to me a pick-up line extraordinaire. I was totally taken aback when I read it:

I'd give my heart
for a little romance right now.

Though you may need to relegate it to being a portion of a pick-up paragraph extraordinaire... presuming you really mean romance.

It seems "Hello"... and, then perhaps, following whatever her response is with "May I ask your name?" is honest and forthright. Nothing wrong with that in pick-up land, right? A little 'dull' maybe, but hey...

Since I, as a woman, understand your sentiment, I'm wondering if you might share what prompted your wanting to express it, enough to bring it here. I'm saying/asking that because I just wrote this on Anjani's forum:

Listening to the radio interview that Leonard and Anjani gave in Warsaw... followed by a cd of their concert there, with their words, their lyrics, their music, and their voices, they never fail to touch me. "Never Got To Love You" near its ending as I began this post... tears, goosebumps, and a deep desire for love... I experience them all when I listen.

Thank you, Anjani and Leonard. I admire you both beyond words.


Love,
Lizzy

It seems when we're moved to the point of saying something 'out loud,' there has been an occurrence of some sort that nudged us over that edge from thinking and contemplating to actually saying it.

Might you consider telling us more?

Thanks.


~ Lizzy

[lizzytysh]

Hi Adam ~

May I suggest that you and Manna invest in ergonomic keyboards when you replace your currently, soon-to-be-outworn ones? I suspect they will go easier on your feet, ankles, and toes.


~ Lizzy

[Boss]

On leaving Alice
I met her core
air-conditioned zone
and red rock raw
the Koories in
the beer, the tree
Namatjira
rock wallaby
back-packer stir
anonymous me
MacDonnell Range
this ancient sea
Bo, Todd Tavern
come in for drinks
get out right now
no more hi-jinx
the caravan park
the rent-a-car
the gallery house
a shooting star
the angry cashier
refuse to listen
the broken man
the unforgiven
Apartheid here
this cold blood match
things go astray
no purple patch
the ghost white gum
a mudlark squawk
on leaving Alice
half baked of course
it rained today
through sky it spanned
and have one guess
who owns this land

[Boss]

No one knows me
Why should they?
I am nothing
Mr. Invisible

You can't reach in my head
Pass me on a street
Can't know my sock drawer
Couldn't laugh loud with me

You have your own song
This way or that
But never sense me
Cast not your long spell

Don't know my neurotics
Can't see through my ethics
Taste the tea in my cup
See the dirt on my feet

I walk a borrowed path
Stop at war memorials
In November I sweat
Detest 'money love'

And you wouldn't know
My battle to God
My journeys to churches
Synagogues and temples

You'd never guess
What films make me laugh
How monkeys intrigue me
How we lock them up

Yes you'd never know
How I gulped at those pills
The stereotypical yuppies
Who have never been cool

How alcohol means nothing
Adherents so scared
And our Western World business
Which slowly kills us

No one knows me
That is as it is
I'm still kinda' secret
Indebted to time

[Manna]

Hey there, Boss-man. I really enjoyed this. "Can't know my sock drawer." Ha! What a line. It's entertaining that you're saying how you can't be known, and at the same time you're kind of exposing certain things. I also liked the "walk a borrowed path" line.

[Boss]

How ya' goin', Manna?

Thanks for enjoying my poem. I really appreciate it. I didn't like it that much. You are right, it reveals a fair bit. How's life in the good ol' U.S. of A? Are you still dark on Australia II for snatching that America's Cup in 1983?

See ya' mate

Boss

[Boss]

Woman
hold me
need me
help me
cry and
express
the pain
Lay with me
rest your head
Do not talk
of diamonds
Talk of tree bark
the smell of dogs
cloud pictures
and red rock
Are you the one?
I nestle into you
touch you
smell you
Are you the one
I was promised?
Please, do not
speak of the cost;
rather the origin
of our banquet
Bear our children
and mother them
with all your soul
And I am your
lover, always
We are
each other
We are one
Marry me
my sweet
and we shall
know forever
now

[lizzytysh]

A beautiful summons, Adam.


~ Lizzy