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@esmeralda wrote:
@minim wrote:
I didn’t leave it off deliberately actually. It was a mistake.
But thanks for letting people know what it was.
…stroppy cow!
Boll/ocks..you do it all the time..pretentious mare!
Esme… all words should stand in their own right, whoever the author. Lyrics or poetry.
It really doesn’t matter to me who wrote something, as long as I like it.
You obviously feel you need to know who wrote something before you can decide whether to like it or not.Hoisted by your own petard Esme.
@pikey wrote:
Ha! Held up for plagiarism and being pretentious by the Esme! Priceless. That’s like an accusation levelled at you by Bin Laden about being a bit over the top with your religion and politics.
Genius.
Thus spaketh the resident wit and ars/ewipe. Actually, Minim was held up for no such thing.. I suggest you give your monacle a rub with your hankie, old boy. I pointed out that she never provides the title or the author, I said NOTHING about her pretending the works were by herself. But then you never miss an opportunity to have a go at me pikey. It’s as blatant as it is predictable..now go shove ya philip k. di.ck in a mangle, there’s a good man.
goes n builds anderson shelter to put me lap top in ……….
@minim wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
@minim wrote:
I didn’t leave it off deliberately actually. It was a mistake.
But thanks for letting people know what it was.
…stroppy cow!
Boll/ocks..you do it all the time..pretentious mare!
Esme… all words should stand in their own right, whoever the author. Lyrics or poetry.
It really doesn’t matter to me who wrote something, as long as I like it.
You obviously feel you need to know who wrote something before you can decide whether to like it or not.Hoisted by your own petard Esme.
Wtf are you wittering on about you silly woman? If work required no acknowledgement of authorship, the library shelves would be heaving under A for Anonymous.
You are trying to put spin on your idiocy..well go ahead..but don’t pretend you do it for any other reason than to assume intellectual superiority. As for arguing that giving the name of the author predjudices the appreciation of the work…one might at least expect to be given the title.
And darling..I ain’t hoisted on nuttin’
Simple. :wink:@cath 55 wrote:
goes n builds anderson shelter to put me lap top in ……….
At the Bomb Testing Site
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.William Stafford
ok lets hope this is the voice of reason lol, doubt it but as i cant be arsed to go build an anderson shelter lol here goes……… right mims…… i think u n esme just got off on the wrong footing today neither of you are nasty people ok? sod this form of communication its so empty and emotionless………
as for you pikey however, over time i have watched u ‘go’ for esme at ever opportunity, it is clear you seem to dislike her intensly so why not leave it alone this silly lets get at esme for no reason is a playground behaviour and i woudnt mind betting you physically left the playground a long time ago………
@toybulldog wrote:
@cath 55 wrote:
goes n builds anderson shelter to put me lap top in ……….
At the Bomb Testing Site
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.William Stafford
lol toy mornin btw or shud i say afternoon ? x
Cath.. i am me and I will continue to be me. I shall continue to post the things I post in the way I wish to post them. If people choose to read things into the way I post that really are not there, I cannot stop them.
The Cable Ship
We fished up the Atlantic Cable one day between the Barbadoes and the Tortugas,
held up our lanterns
and put some rubber over the wound in its back,
latitude 15 degrees north, longitude 61 degrees west.
When we laid our ear down to the gnawed place
we could hear something humming inside the cable.‘It’s some millionaires in Montreal and St John
talking over the price of Cuban sugar, and ways to
reduce our wages,’ one of us said.For a long time we stood there thinking, in a circle of lanterns,
we’re all patient cable fishermen,
then we let the coated cable fall back
to its place in the sea.(translated from the Swedish)
Harry Edmund MartinsonCath, 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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