https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1645-week-of-nbsp-03-30-09 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 22:39:57 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11124-wanting it is not enough i think to love to love and love to love and love and love it is not enough to touch, to dream, to hope to pray to say my name and love love, it is not enough to love i think but oh, to kiss for a moment that is everything. Stephan Anstey Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness Sat, 12 Sep 2009 01:18:07 GMT /section-704-polly-wogs-churlish-goofiness#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11124 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11186-mother https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11186-mother * Margot Meloy Margot Meloy ~ NubCake Extraordinaire Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:18:34 GMT /section-118-margot-meloy-nubcake-extraordinaire#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11186 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11145-little-tiny-jukebox https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11145-little-tiny-jukebox cutesy wish-I-was-Elliott Smith jingle Mike Tousignant Synapse: Michael Mission Harris Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:38:26 GMT /section-159-synapse-michael-mission-harris#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11145 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11145 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11145 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11174-daily-poems-for-national-poetry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11174-daily-poems-for-national-poetry My efforts for this wacky month's tradition Chaffin CE CE's Personal Space Thu, 02 Apr 2009 20:40:33 GMT /section-578-ce-s-personal-space#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11174 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11174 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11174 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1564-worshiping-my-wife https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1564-worshiping-my-wife yesterday,when I wiped the bit of marshmellow from your nose,you used those wild green eyes like a championand winked the wink of a wicked witch right at meas you cackled madly from the arches in your feet you're so sweet,but not pink sticky sweet like cotton candy,your georgia iced tea sweeteating at Ida Mae and Joe's at the end of August so I poked you on the left cheekand grabbed you a bit more forcefullythan I intended you can take ityou aren't the girl with red painted toe nailsand frufru tastes you're the girl that loves ... more Stephan Anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:53:45 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1564 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1564 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1564 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11160-respite https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11160-respite When the river turns to ink, oiled and slick, glazed with a rose-pink, syrup-thick film of floating sky; when the furious hours abate, all artifice recedes, all lies disintegrate and silence stills the reeds. What then can signify under the careless stars in this momentary quietus? I heal my scars by twilight's soft hiatus. u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:28:47 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11160 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11160 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11160 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11159-bicycle-in-august https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11159-bicycle-in-august The cow could jump over it - a runaway dish, buttock big hugging the tree-lined horizon - I harvest this lunasa moon. Spitting midges on the towpath; cycling through intermittent puffs; up the moon-river, my wind-rush flickers down the evening hush. Through a sudden midge-cloud I clear a memory: the setting of a timeless sun, and light forever on far fields, and Sammy Livingston, top-heavy, thick-set with thigh waders swaying through the swallows up the Carrig-a-Brigi; his rod and creel shoulder-strung, slow pedalling in the fullness of time all the evening long; while vast reaches of endless sky vault beyond Scalp and Eskaheen in a moment's unbearable distance.   ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:27:46 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11159 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11159 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11159 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11158-cardiac https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11158-cardiac   Once I made an ocean with my heart to swim and fathom forth, and pound my surf against the shores.   Then I made a fist with my heart to beat my rib-caged bones with bruising bare-knuckled hits.   Then I made a clinker with my heart, burnt-out and crusted cold, brittle and bitter in its ash-pan.   Now I make a flower with my heart ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:26:20 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11158 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11158 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11158 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11157-fabric https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11157-fabric No ghosts to garner lost beliefs - just failing feelings, unfelt griefs. The tree of life has yellow leaves; the cells of heaven break apart and atomise the dormant moon. I fail to feel what died too soon - confetti falls like fading stars while gutters plash the wedding cars. I pin the cushioned days with twigs of hope that strain to snap. Our half-lies are half-lived that tinkle in the chiming wind their hollow notes of sounding brass.   u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:25:23 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11157 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11157 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11157 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11156-mind-the-time https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11156-mind-the-time The snug and chimney corner, cosy pints, a hum to soothe the numbing senses; and proximity, fire-lit connection, an easy banter, relaxed and ready wit in beer-bright frothy confabulation, conspiring with words to sing our acts. More power to your elbow, bright boys; the long ago and much ado enthusing us with airy matter - not so much the doing as the talking up what's done. Get another round of hyperbole in, a few chasers of dreams, snifters of hope. Recounting fish in a beer-bright lake when the reeds danced like willowy girls in and out of flickering time; and in between the spit and sawdust, announcing we were there, witness-sure.  ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:23:44 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11156 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11156 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11156 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11155-permafrost https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11155-permafrost In my wolvish tundra pick away the ice. I am abominable, a yeti in numb snow; my glacial ice-flow grinds and packs hard. Discover my hidden seal-pup when polar claw hauls it up. Its death will be an afterbirth dragged across the savage snow; gobbet for the polar bear whose dog-breath steams the air. Cut a hole in me and fish my innards out; use a narwhal's tusk or sabre-toothed walrus.   u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:21:07 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11155 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11155 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11155 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11154-the-wain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11154-the-wain Burster, babbler, asker, ambler, pointer, prattler, stomper, stamper, giggler, giver, muddler, meddler, hugger, hummer, romper, rambler,   toppler, tipper, clapper, clowner, flopper, flapper, shiner, shouter, sleeper, slopper, jabber, jumper, caller, crawler, dipper, dumper,   joker, jigger, cuddler, cougher, toddler, tiddler, sister, daughter, magic, midget, stress, strife, precious, priceless, love, life.   u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:20:19 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11154 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11154 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11154 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11152-toothbrushes https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11152-toothbrushes Odd - how one still looks for signs - the daily horoscope, tealeaves, the way a toothbrush reclines against another, how they cleave to each in some symbolic gesture: intimations of mouth and tongue, indicator of hope or despair when placed together or merely flung. How bizarre that even now toothbrushes can signify yesterday's cuddle or blazing row, or if mutual hearts be low or high. At bleary bedtime or morning rush, O how one warms to note the touch of interlocking brush on brush, suggesting lips might kiss as much! u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:19:15 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11152 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11152 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11152 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11153-wintering https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11153-wintering sky is ice and wine the blanching air is a knife frost bites my numbness could I crack my frozen pond goose pimple again at the moon's clarity and star-tingling zenith still I'd want your wonder pointing out the obvious your unfamiliar phenomena should I impose my hopes embrace your second sight I'd almost thaw in frost cut my teeth on blades of light u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:17:45 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11153 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11153 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11153 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11150-pinpoint https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11150-pinpoint How do I reconcile you with supernova in nuclear reaction a trillion miles away? How do I draw the line of mass extinction fossilized in rock a million years ago? The way those germs test your immunity, the microscopic made tangible, visible - your infinitesimal spec undermines the galaxy, substantiates a little world of purpose. What imperative guides my steering hand? hard-coded altruism or absolute morality? Stars come and go. The universe expands. Our moment toys with time in eternity.   u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:17:02 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11150 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11150 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11150 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11151-the-seagulls https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11151-the-seagulls Against the faceless throng we shoulder paths;  the street is tinnitus, out-numbers rats. To coin a phrase: money grows on trees. Retail is therapeutic - it guarantees. Up blind alleys the ferryman's coins are gutter pennies luckless drunks will spend. A medieval side-street narrows the noise; shadow-trapping high gables extend to roofless sky. The light holds my glance as seagulls arc the gap, slow-flowing - a buoyant silence, grey incongruous grace - they float in focus, defining distance. Out of time, I breathe their space, prolong my reach to their serene going. u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:14:22 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11151 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11151 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11151 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11149-particle-accelerator https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11149-particle-accelerator They've opened all the doors: lounge to dining-room to kitchen and back to lounge. It's mayhem. A carousel. A funfair. A squealing chase, a game of catch. All pant and run-around: a before-bed romp despite parental checks; Our shock of golden girls discharging volts. They accelerate from room to room, sub-atomic now. Electron and proton collide in nuclear reaction - a first cause, a big bang expanding our little universe. u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:10:52 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11149 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11149 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11149 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11148-three https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11148-three When shall we three meet again? When it's time for Master Shallow; when it's time for big Sir Jack; when midnight chimes begin. When circuits overload and leap and blowouts fuse the plugs. It's time for smacking gobs when roarers murder sleep. Time for Viking horns and mead and acknowledging what we need. Time for the Neverland of lost boys and Peter Pan. Time to pull from out the past the scars of churlish time; when hours must go to waste in a blast of built-up steam. When it's trinities and triangles, isosceles and equilaterals. When it's time to make confessions and join our lost connections.   ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:08:01 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11148 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11147-sisyphus https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11147-sisyphus That last incline is the hardest (with the possible exception of the first). The scree skitters underneath, feet slip, the bursting heart is apoplectic, sinews rip, muscles tear, the ground groans in crushing agony. I heave the bone-breaking stone, shifting for footholds, rasping callused hands, boiling blood seeps through sores. I bellow and roar to heaven, frothing my fury with bulbous eyes till the mountainous boulder quakes the earth, rolls against gravity, mounts the summit with final grudging grind and crunch. And then I step aside and laugh to see the snow-balling stone hurtle downwards, avalanching with mocking ease, crashing down in thunderous descent, over-turning all intent - a snapped runaway, absurdly indifferent to my meaningless uphill struggle. So I start down again and again, re-tracing the inescapable path. I am bound to eternity; stars burn and die; the heavens roll with my ageless rock. I grin before I groan, hug my hopeless burden with forgetful purpose. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:02:37 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11147 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11147 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11147 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11136-i-ll-take-montana-to-disappear https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-11136-i-ll-take-montana-to-disappear The first part of one of my many novels that go rolling around in the big green valley of my soul The treasure state's southern belle Wed, 01 Apr 2009 22:31:57 GMT /section-108-the-treasure-state-s-southern-belle#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/11136 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/11136 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A11136