https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-556-week-of-nbsp-09-03-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:42:40 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5776-rain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5776-rain draft anstey Release the Hounds Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-29-release-the-hounds#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5776 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5776 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5776 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1132-walking-on-a-frozen-lake https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-1132-walking-on-a-frozen-lake draft #2 anstey Dregs & Other Unreadables Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-77-dregs-other-unreadables#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/1132 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/1132 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A1132 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5716-a-song https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5716-a-song   Let's wisk away on golden wings of marzipan and stars; in Quixote dreams, a spirit sings of storybooks afar. Now float upon the silver mist arising from my shore, then turn this way to steal a kiss and catch a cloud once more. We'll sprinkle blues and greens upon the smiling fabled skies; of fairy tales and magic wands enchanting sleeping eyes. And soon I'll wake the sun again to trace a dream or two upon your lips, we'll taste life then, my song will sing for you.   Kat Kat's poetry Sun, 09 Sep 2007 17:04:07 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5716 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5719-the-circle-of-love https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5719-the-circle-of-love One I wrote for class Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Sat, 08 Sep 2007 15:47:46 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5719 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5702-a-simple-solution https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5702-a-simple-solution Just some more doodles from my pen Rene Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose. Sat, 08 Sep 2007 14:54:54 GMT /section-78-words-paradoxes-metaphors-.you-name-it-they-all-come-alive-in-poetry-or-prose.#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5702 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5702 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5702 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5715-kite-flying https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5715-kite-flying On a beach in Croyde I flew a kite; only, it wasn't a kite: it was a salmon tugging with verve on long line; it was striped mackerel hooked and flailing on feathers; it was the thrum of blustery sky; it was a line of refraction bending between elements to surge and pull the past. I am not on a beach in Croyde: I am kite-high in boyhood; my heart is weightless, throbbing up through endless light, the star-play of high swifts. I am an acrobat of air but safely tethered to certain ground; I won't come down, I won't. The wind off the sea at Croyde cuts like scissors and the salmon breaks away; the mackerel flap back to waves; the heavens close over and I'm reeling-in a kite; the kite I flew on a beach in Croyde. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Fri, 07 Sep 2007 22:03:21 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5715 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5715 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5715 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5712-baa-baa-black-sheep https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5712-baa-baa-black-sheep She knitted her brows and needled you the mornings after; the woven yarn was running out and bags were seldom full. The bad bad black sheep who opted out, refused to play; the one in a hundred gone astray that none turned back to keep. None for the master you despised; None for the dame in disaffection. Do-Little's two-headed Llama pulled apart in both directions. None for the lamb-white dame of old who answered all your questions; left with library books of Feynman, and a letter sent to Stephen Hawkins. Resigned to life's absurdities: Do-little's talking animal who talked to God when full of whiskey. It's rainbow sheep now-a-days. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Thu, 06 Sep 2007 15:59:25 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5712 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5712 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5712 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5707-in-the-garden-of-eden https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5707-in-the-garden-of-eden                           (a trilogy) in the Garden of Eden  I at first they walked like children. held hands to brush through bushes and gyre across the lawns of paradise. they had no plans no dreams no fears. when Eve held Adam from behind, her hands across his belly, he only laughed at her touch. she was never wet with desire. he was never driven with lust. for reasons lost to us, this was thought to be perfection. in the Garden of Eden  II Eve was filled with desire and knew not what it was, so she asked God: "how can I long in a place without future?"   "what is this need I feel in my hips?" "why is Adam so strange and empty of want?" and God, not knowing the beginning from the end, called Satan and said, "can you deal with this woman?" in the Garden of Eden  III she traded communion with the animals for knowledge. one bite of that fruit and the world grew large with promise. the future washed in bringing pain, despair, and a tatter of hope from that lost place. thorns pricked. shoes were needed for the stones. the sun burned and snows froze. she held her children to protect them from the life she had given. the contradiction of God. ... more norm Poetry Wed, 05 Sep 2007 23:19:33 GMT /section-379-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5707 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5707 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5707 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5703-the-grave-of-henry-williamson https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5703-the-grave-of-henry-williamson The turn-off to Georgeham was an aside but impetus moved me cautiously down the lanes high-hedged, ever deeper into Devon: encroaching secret hills, a tree-high church-spire lifting through the flicker of swallows. On foot, we edged the road like snuffling badgers to enter St. George's cloistered graveyard where all was mouse-quiet, time-trapped; a belfry echo and "ancient sunlight" on corner headstone plain as absence. His phrase "water wanderer" comes to mind: I played the otter, cubs and mate roistering our incongruous passing life there on the quiet edge of death; I sound the welling depths of lost emotion. For all his language, so few words; iconic barn owl engraved; a whisper of last pages ghosting my remembrance; a sort of entrance stone rolled away and shock of empty tomb - a missing magnitude. ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:34:48 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5703 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5703 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5703