WRITE YOUR OWN EPITAPH

[Violet]

... I know the feeling...

v i o l e t

[Violet]

Hey Vi!
... So, you create music too! : ) Nice. Here's an idea: if you have a digital camera/mobile phone with a video option: why not record it?
Minna

Hi Minna... I thought I'd catch up with you on this... some day I would like to arrange some kind of recording situation... but for now, although this isn't quite epitaph material (although, maybe it is), anyway, I thought I'd post a poem I wrote some time ago now most of which became the lyrics of a song I wrote for my twin brother, George, who, as many here know, suffers from schizophrenia... He's having a hard time tonight, it seems... so this one goes out to you, George... oh, and to anyone out there in need of some love and aid...



To Earn the Prophet


How do the gods stand
really,
when the heart
bleeds down
its gossamer sleeve,
for I am in the grace of you.

My first love.
My sweetness.
My wondrous knight.

How am I ever to stand
over your darkness,
without a hand for you?
though that hand be mortal,
and your pain the toll
of godly sorrows. that pain
I’ve known so well --
unearthly,
and common.

ii.

Twice born in a reign of
little comfort, its brown
brown eyes
so taken
in the headlights, my dear
dear fawn.

The dailyness of days
without purpose,
other than to lose the pain
without loss, other than to lose
the purpose.

Don’t speak lightly now,
and deny your grief, as I’ve
touched its many wounds,
and stood before mosaic floors
reflecting heaven’s plenitude,
for your hand I’ve seen there, and
kissed with wanton chivalry, with
chaste true love of twins.

I’ll not stand to lose you,
to not love you,
to not have you find in me
that comfort,
though our sweet tempest is broken
and the gods have made calamitous
the simple buttoning down of whims (for
you and I know it’s not whimsy
that keeps us bound)... my sweet
sweet George.

Yes, your hands a universe have made and
sewn in infamy its patterns, worn of laurel
and despair --

I’ve not to leave you there.



Violet, 1999

[George.Wright]

Lovely Poem, Violet.

Georges.

[Violet]

.. hi Georges.. (my love).. a much belated thank you for your kind comment.. please read no further on this post though, as I'm going to be a bit naughty with his lordship.. I mean, things are getting a bit dullsville around here.. so.. what the hay, at the very least I can entertain myself..

OKAY THEN.. the following post is something I wrote a long long time ago (about as long as his lordship's phallic tomb, it seems).. and the intro (written in blue, for some reason I can no longer recall, except that, well, this whole thread is rather on the blue side, as it were..).. anyway, the following little blue intro I also wrote a long time ago, though not quite as long.. more like the size of Lord M's tomb when it was but the twinkle in the tomb maker's eye, shall we say.. Of course, if I'd written this intro now, I'd have to mention his lordship's now infamous alters.. Harry S., and Lion of Lions.. Marisha.. and.. (oh, it turns out Snev isn't his lordship after all.. but his "pomes" did bear an uncanny resemblance to.. oh, never mind)..

So.. here goes..


To those of you unfortunate enough to be interested, the following is a post I wrote months ago now, when the epitaph thread was a page 1 going enterprise on these exalted premises.. This particular epitaph is for his lordship (mickey_one, to those who need some refreshening, or some introducing with regard to this topic), before such personage somehow managed to fracture into the multiple personalities that we are now dealing with presently… what with his incessant ironing contests, haiku-**cking-up fixations, Snev philosophizing, etc…

... anyway, here’s that long lost post that I thought to hold off on at the time, since I felt I’d been giving his lordship... well, a hard enough time, as it were…


Hi all,

I honestly don't know what this has to do with anything -- although I suspect it has everything to do with Lord Michael's now infamous, uh, entry on these premises,* and so I offer this as some sort of PART II... epitaphically speaking, that is..


MY CONDOM FOR A HORSE
R.I.P. His Most Honorable Lordship, Who Rideth (as in Giveth),
and Who Removeth (as in Taketh Awayeth)


I'm sure horse lovers especially will shed a special tear when standing before this powerful and massively scaled death monument of sorts, evoking as it does the noble Lord's charity work, at least as concerns equestrian and other sexual matters...

Glad to share this seldom discussed aspect of his most modest lordship,

Violet

... by the way, upon further reflection, it seems this epitaph doesn't actually have to mean that his lordship had given the, well, condom to the horse, as it were, so much as it pertains to the size of the, uh, item so necessitated (I mean, in terms of his lordship's -- (oh, never mind)... anyway, as the oft quoted story goes, in order to acquire that most valuable horse, given the dire predicament in which Richard III had -- (oh, never mind)... I'd add here as well that the phrasing of this epitaph might also imply that the grave itself is for... well... just one big massive condom, as it turns out -- and so horse lovers need beware...

... then again, this illusively written epitaph could also be indicating that the condom is for one very special horse in particular, whom his lordship seemingly valued most ardently, which would no doubt have these recently disappointed horse lovers (as of a few sentences ago) beaming again, very likely with tears of appreciation for his lordship's undue kindness and generosity, extending as it does even to our four legged friends... or at least those male ones in need of condoms. This interpretation also seems to imply that the grave itself is indeed for a condom...

... on the other hand, to save this entry as an epitaph for his lordship (as this was, in fact, my intention), I suggest that whatever interpretation is utilized, any and all are meant to designate some very special feature of his lordship, and so I believe we can most satedly lay him to rest at this stable (in the sense of stud-laden) cyber-site.


* one need only look back over this thread to bring into, well, high relief this now rather low lying comment... v.

[iveta]

thanks, great game, great fun reading

in times I happen to be thirsty, hungry, exhausted and lack money, I enjoy considering myseld a true nihilist a dream of following epitaph

"

It's been a long way down to nothing at all"

(U2)

In case I die in some happier moment, I'll apt for some wise and true words......
Something I've got straight from the horse's mouth

[Violet]

Hey, thanks Iveta.. that's a great epitaph.. (it's either very depressing.. or very zen)..

.. oh, and we really need to find that horse at this point.. or at least his lordship..

[Cate]

MY CONDOM FOR A HORSE
R.I.P. His Most Honorable Lordship, Who Rideth (as in Giveth),
and Who Removeth (as in Taketh Awayeth)
[/size]

ewww

this is taking charitable work to a new extreme, not to mention the whole green notion of reusing and recycling.
I won’t ask the details of how he umm got the condom on the horse while riding it or how he got it off of the horse, but I can see how it would lead to an epitaph.

[Violet]

Hi Cate.. maybe it's his lordship who works in mysterious ways..

.. anyway, I"m sorry to have put any and all imagery that might possibly associated with such an epitaph into anyone's -- oh god, there goes those puns again.. but then God (of the capital G) might very well be a punster, for all we know.. which might explain the banter of at least one barrister.. gosh, I think I just dubbed him God's medium.. (I hope you're impressed, Lord M.)..

.. (now can I have that champagnie kiss, m'lord?)..

.. anyway, Cate, I think you can see why I had second thoughts about posting this one.. then again, his lordship's disappearance seemed to call for extreme measures -- oh, there I go again..

.. ewww is right..

.. maybe I should switch scripts.. let's see.. my kingdom for a lamb.. no one would ever have bought that though.. I don't think.. and a condom for a lamb.. well, that's just silly..

[Cate]

his lordship's disappearance seemed to call for extreme measures --

He has been gone a long time. Maybe while off wandering the world with google he found a better forum
maybe he's at the Herbie Hancock forum or something like that. maybe the there's better poetry there or better behaved poets

or maybe he's been Mikeeee napped!


edited as he has been found, so my conspiracy theories no longer hold up

[Lion of Lions]

he has been found, so my conspiracy theories no longer hold up[/size]

where? he owes me $10, the bastard.

[Violet]

.. I haven't spoken with Lord M. directly, but my sources tell me that instead of ten bucks, he'd have that big 'ol condom exhumed for you.. he said it still has a lot of life in it yet.. and you being a great big lion 'n all.. what's the expression? -- if the condom fits.. of course, you could always exchange it for a horse, if need be.. though R. III had very little luck with that..

.. sorry, what was I saying?

[iveta]

what a case...I wish you all lots of cash no loans no debts...

I would like to ask if it is possible to apt for more than one epitaph here...
....because I found myself a second one

"you have to die a few times before you can really
live."

bukowski

[Violet]

.. yes, I think I'm going through one of those deaths as we speak.. another good one, Iveta..

.. Cate and I have a thing for a certain Bukowski poem.. I think.. as I recall.. Oh, it's somewhere in a thread of mine called "Looking for a Sign".. it's when Cate and I were just getting to know each other..

.. anyhoo, it's good to be writing epitaphs on a Sunday somehow.. all seems right with the world when one is doing the right activity at just the right time.. (my humor does have a morbid streak, as this thread itself might indicate)..

[Cate]

ahhh memories -

I tell you sweet violet, if you ever tire of that generous condom sharing lord or that dankish devil of yours and crave a little sweet for yourself, you can always p.m. me and I'll see if I can dig up some more Bukowski - or something like that.

[Violet]

.. that's so sweet..

.. [edited to say].. now that it's morning, the idea of a certain someone peeking is not even something I'd care to mention.. hmm.. I don't think I should write these things late at night..