https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1875-week-of-nbsp-01-09-12 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 19:15:39 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13113-to-ku-or-not-to-ku-5-7-5-discussion https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13113-to-ku-or-not-to-ku-5-7-5-discussion read an interesting article about 5-7-5 Stephan Anstey Poetry Discussion Fri, 03 Feb 2012 12:40:02 GMT /section-810-poetry-discussion#comments 17 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13113 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13125-editor-options https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13125-editor-options How do I permanently change my text editor from that Tinysomething to the FCKme one??   Laurie Blum Questions Mon, 16 Jan 2012 18:50:58 GMT /section-365-questions#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13125 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13134-the-unbearable-lightness-of-being https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13134-the-unbearable-lightness-of-being Plures Mens Mercieca, Andrew Mosquitobytes Volume 15: Penitus Visum - 2012 Sat, 14 Jan 2012 13:14:30 GMT /section-812-mosquitobytes-volume-15-penitus#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13134 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13134 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13134 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13131-youthful-indiscretion https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13131-youthful-indiscretion such are the nights - the days, the crazy zombies slurped - we swing, we swang we sing we sang two more zombies - blackout, brains eaten slurped - we dance, we danced, we dance, we danced one last zombie - we - in puddles on the floor. Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:45:00 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13131 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13131 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13131 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13130-i-had-to-see-it-to-believe-it-. https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13130-i-had-to-see-it-to-believe-it-.  The Monkey Brigade returns? Does this mean I'll have to redouble my efforts and become productive again?  Steve,  glad to see this has returned to life! Mike Tousignant Poetry Discussion Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:44:43 GMT /section-810-poetry-discussion#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13130 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13127-the-ugliness-of-telephone-poles https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13127-the-ugliness-of-telephone-poles a goddamned sunset or a fat frickin' chipmunk I dunno, whatever. it's all too stupid-cute for me i want the sick scent of antifreeze and rotting olives the feel of rusty razor and baby kitten stew under my bleeding toes while I scream for some ugly chick to come out of the alley and make me feel  something twisted and broken like a taffy-pulled body from twisted steel before it became a junkyard wreck i want the truth - if there is such a thing as that - God in the agony, God in the irony, God in the shards of broken glass, where everything I love became ... God  I don't know  anything at all. ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:21:55 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13127 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13127 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13127 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12964-red https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12964-red too weak to stand grandfather gazes through the dirty glass of the window at the sugar-water feeder where the hummingbird hovers the beauty is overwhelming and every second jots itself into his mind like a love letter the flash of red as the little bird disappears reminds him of his beloved her lips were so red as that years ago, before she fell asleep. Stephan Anstey Black bear Thu, 12 Jan 2012 20:51:53 GMT /section-421-black-bear#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12964 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13119-making-love-beneath-the-full-moon https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13119-making-love-beneath-the-full-moon Darling, life becomes us slowly, hairless and shaking - until every night is fireflies and our dreams unrelenting in the dance ceaseless in the song this is the mad heart of sex and sexlessness of passion and apathy - us in a word, in a voice, in a slow tongue, a fast  touch, hidden and hard Beloved, life becomes us quickly, stoic and joyful - until every morning the loons call a cool lapping a hot longing this is the calm heart of sexlessness and sex of hurt and passion - we in the word, in the voice, tongues entwined, thoughts becoming fingertips on flesh. Darling, life - becomes us. Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Thu, 12 Jan 2012 19:15:44 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13119 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13119 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13119 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13122-wednesday-ku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13122-wednesday-ku It appears to have snowed overnight, now it sounds like rain Kedss Poetry Thu, 12 Jan 2012 19:14:49 GMT /section-828-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13122 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13122 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13122 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13116-refill-your-pleasure-tank https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13116-refill-your-pleasure-tank (*Critiques please) Laurie Blum POETRY Thu, 12 Jan 2012 18:45:32 GMT /section-798-poetry#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13116 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13116 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13116 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13120-a-quiet-lyric-for-denial https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13120-a-quiet-lyric-for-denial and thus the soul becomes a word the heart becomes a poem we walk from paris in barefeet and enjoy a springing Rome and thus the body is a work the mind a trick of light we keep silent in this place where wrong is mostly right and thus each thought is history each breath, an heir long passed we inherit almost nothing and it's nothing that always lasts and thus the soul becomes the word the heart becomes the poem we stand at last before truth every dream must roam and thus the body is the work the mind a fabric torn we scream without a tongue in the place where love is born and thus each thought is the story each breath, a long held air we bequeath countless verses and hope posterity will care and thus the soul becomes us our heart becomes a prayer we stand at last beside the lie and love more than the wise would dare ... more Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:46:13 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13120 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13120 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13120 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13118-navigation-for-the-indolent https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13118-navigation-for-the-indolent Request for a link feature laura doom Questions Wed, 11 Jan 2012 19:04:00 GMT /section-365-questions#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13118 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13118 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13118 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13114-tuesday-ku https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13114-tuesday-ku haiku for today, may not be haiku for tomorrow or yesterday Kedss Poetry Wed, 11 Jan 2012 05:29:18 GMT /section-828-poetry#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13114 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13114 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13114 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13115-the-hand-you-cannot-see https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13115-the-hand-you-cannot-see (This is from 2008! Seems so long ago, almost like yesterday.) Laurie Blum POETRY Tue, 10 Jan 2012 20:40:50 GMT /section-798-poetry#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13115 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13112-for-all-i-no https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13112-for-all-i-no suppose the wind were nothing and all the gulls were stone would you love me darling only me and me alone? suppose the night was endless and all the stars were lies would you want me, lover for eternity past the skies? suppose sunrise came with rage and all the words were still would your lips a'glistening mouth, "... and I always will?" Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Tue, 10 Jan 2012 18:55:30 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13112 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13112 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13112 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13109-her-tree https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13109-her-tree Her tree is the tree of knowledge Inspired it grows tall Her tree is the seed of inspiration That for ever questions all Her tree is the flow of grace Dancing to her own song Her tree lives eternally As its roots grow strong Her tree is a branch in the wind Reaching for a nourishing sun Her tree is a second of despair Surviving frosts of dawn Her tree survives in dreams Of future whispers of calm Her tree is quioxte Fighting the woodsman's brawn Her tree is the land Planted between her roots Her Tree is waiting For a care taker's salute Her Tree is listening As hope wind whispers Her tree bears fruit Walking on forest slippers Her tree's gift Falls to waiting needs Her tree is the tree of knowledge Cast free from shackles all ... more Zealy, Kee - being an ex auditor and DBA any other names are unprintable Only In The Eyes of the Beholder Tue, 10 Jan 2012 13:34:13 GMT /section-61-only-in-the-eyes-of-the-beholder#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13109 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13109 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13109 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13108-erebus-camp-for-the-sapient https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13108-erebus-camp-for-the-sapient Plures Mens Mercieca, Andrew Mosquitobytes Volume 15: Penitus Visum - 2012 Mon, 09 Jan 2012 10:55:59 GMT /section-812-mosquitobytes-volume-15-penitus#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13108 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13108