https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-884-week-of-02-18-08 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 22:08:37 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7639-mundane-child-like-pome https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7639-mundane-child-like-pome Though I modified the publication date to match the original submission date, this appears at the top of the 'Latest Comments' listing; how do I make it behave the way I want it to? aphasic Limericks Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:10:31 GMT /section-523-limericks#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7639 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7658-a-race-by-the-graveside-to-learn-what-s-wrong https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7658-a-race-by-the-graveside-to-learn-what-s-wrong Lawdy, Lawdy, Langston Hughes ain't ya white yet since ya paid your dues? Them black kids down the street today don't seem to ken the price you paid Lawdy Lawdy Langston Hughs now your just ol' dead bones  all hard with truth Them white kids up the park tonight might never know that you was right Lawdy Lawdy, Langston, dear without you the world's more black i fear  anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7658 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7658 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7658 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7654-almost-had-the-blues https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7654-almost-had-the-blues baby, i caught the train this mornin with my finger tipsyeah, today i caught train, just by my finger tipsi know it doesn't matterand i know you just don't carelong as i find my way back to you right there long as i get to you my baby in time to kiss your lips baby, i caught the train this morning just by my finger tipsyeah, i caught the trian this morning by my finger tipsi had to work my babyi had to spin some goldcause that is what i promised you, when i said to have and holdi do ... more anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7654 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7656-bad-morning https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7656-bad-morning a single shoe waits in the open her mate hides beneath the couch twenty minutes swearing two dirty socks no time for breakfast today. hungry and frustrated a single god damned shoe.  anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7656 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7571-coping-with-scotland-s-loss-to-damned-italy-those-bastards https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7571-coping-with-scotland-s-loss-to-damned-italy-those-bastards there is no cool water here in the land of almost why there are no soft belly dancers nor ape-ish children, but oh there is just-barely  there is no salt in arid retching sands of what there are no wobbling waistless fatties nor coughed dread Drambuie  only sexless tears each mating loudly boldly in nameless puddles here in never me. anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7571 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7571 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7571 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7655-dreams-variation-in-white https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7655-dreams-variation-in-white To curl into a ball In some sunless place, To bounce in darkness Til blackness is my face Then weep and weep Beneath a tall tree As dawn steals away my identity yes, that is my dream   To curl into a ball behind the jealous moon Bounce, Bounce Bounce rhythm with no tune Find myself in morning beneath that same tall tree broken tenderly another end to me anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7655 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7655 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7655 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7570-for-love-and-poets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7570-for-love-and-poets for a sliver of a blink i listened by the door for the sound of a dead frog creeping up the front step until the poet told me that is like waiting for love in the darkness around a whorehouse my pen whimpered a bit as i jotted down the note on a crumpled gas station receipt. but that's poetry, i told it cold hard nothing, like last month's frog carcass and doggerel from the lips of some stupid chick who thinks hers is the most broken heart in the history of hearts. the seat creaks under my thick thoughts and the rest, crease their eyes into the rotting corpse a smile's harbinger ... more anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7570 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7570 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7570 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7631-for-poets https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7631-for-poets for poets tonight i speak of words, the cold hard truths that poets paint with sweet pictures of pine and petunia this is my heartless howl, my clarion call, my crazed cry for an end to every despair O poets, stop your mewling for a better world, this one is quite good enough This sky dares dreamers to find more blue This sea declares eternities soft and deliberate This earth leaps up to weary feet and offers such gravity O Poets, find true voices amongst the tiny lies of peace without war This blood dries and scabs and these wounds heal This  bone shards and fossilizes into distant memory This flesh is consumed by touch, by faith by love. O poets, run away you are nothing. let man scour the stars for life. let man stomp out the rhythm you feign with empty thoughts let man speak the images you pretend to see let man be the artist of small victories, of large clanging bells, of proud death of monuments to clouds of erected phallusies to wide for the womb of the world to bear the children of his thoughts. O poet,  set aside your rage your song, your pity and your scorn you are not big enough for words ... more anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7631 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7631 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7631 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7606-help-i-can-t-comment https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7606-help-i-can-t-comment If you are using Internet Explorer 6 there's a chance you're going to run into a problem posting comments. The behavior of the bug is such that you end up in an infinite preview loop anstey FAQ for Membership Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-66-faq-for-membership#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7606 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7572-jealousy-hallucinogens-and-an-hour-on-the-chair https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7572-jealousy-hallucinogens-and-an-hour-on-the-chair who are you, psychiatrist that you can eat the brains of love. of green jacketed lust that paper does not prove your truth or entitle you to shabby tears hard fought and earned by bite tell, me you hideous oaf that entitlement is your art that zebra's stripes are yours to count. that a lions roar is an illusion, and you own the abuses of faith. who are you psychiatrist with your notes on the inner-workings of pain and the everything burning within the souls unyours without the soul of yours who are you, psychiatrist? anstey Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-509-cats-with-opposed-thumbs-chalices-of-mucus-and-several-other-oddities-to-avoid-whilst-poeting#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7572 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7542-monkey-business-02-17-08 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7542-monkey-business-02-17-08 Hello to all members, In a few moments, I’ll be announcing the winner of the third Simian Award, but before I do, I wanted to offer up some announcements, some news, some thoughts, and some thanks to the many members who make this all possible anstey Site News Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-11-site-news#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7542 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7542 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7542 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7556-moody-and-mammoth https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7556-moody-and-mammoth That title's probably going to change Michael Mission Harris Synapse: Michael Mission Harris Fri, 17 Oct 2008 14:15:10 GMT /section-159-synapse-michael-mission-harris#comments 21 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7556 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7556 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7556 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7661-the-slowness-of-death https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7661-the-slowness-of-death men assign their visionsto women when their heads are turned. she feels him, she can alwaysfeel his eyes, fumblingawkwardly against her like a boy, struggling to negotiate his zipperand a hard on. his left hand kneedingher right breast as ifit were one of those sand filled stress reducerballoons with a ridiculousface painted on it's front. it's over before it began.her eyes dart his direction,he turns his focus back to the book in handstill on page eighty three,and wonders if she knows how he had just fucked herand that he will fuck heragain this evening ... more Someday In May Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:35:19 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7661 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7600-inversion https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7600-inversion I We shall call him Possibility. He never spoke his name, though he made a point to say hers matter-of-factly many times, as if he were folding it into memory to be looked upon again, when the kids had gone to bed and attachment seemed less confining. II She talked easily about herself, her children, her life, her resemblance to a married woman. She blushed quietly when he asked her out for coffee, noting the likeness of their faces in shadows of dim light and mild truths. III Where are they now, those moments we stole and fit into the seams of our pockets with spare change we won't admit to having if someone were to ask. When the day has become still, they rally together, rising up much as a soul would if asked to become something more than it's able of being. Metaphor draws in close, as if hypothetical change and moments captured in a hypothetical pocket could so closely adhere themselves to hope. IV I drink my coffee, alone, gray ghosts trail silently from my lips where intimacy used to gather in the subtle shift of noontime to evening when conversation came undigested. I bow down to hear the dry cough of what life remains here. V But what light will rise up this day? Will the draft of non being catch unannounced in a stray bit of glossy recollection and beckon me? Only an empty soul can remain within it's grave of walls where dust is content to bide itself unstirred, never to be transformed into a small glimpse of possibility in the hours of morning's prime. VI Mild truths prefer dim shadows where daydreams are the blisters our tongues become fraught with. The hoarse whisper of hope begins to separate body and dream. And we find ourselves ending here, somewhere in the distance between coffee with a stranger and the subtle realization, this too will scar, and the soul stirs, lending itself momentarily to revelation. ... more Someday In May Sometimes...it just is Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:35:05 GMT /section-531-sometimes-.it-just-is#comments 9 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7600 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7567-quit-monkeying-around https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7567-quit-monkeying-around ! Sharmagne Open Forum For Discussion Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:01:06 GMT /section-546-open-forum-for-discussion#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7567 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7567 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7567 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7672-have-you-seen-this-monkey-villanelle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7672-have-you-seen-this-monkey-villanelle I found this at the American Scholar and thought i'd share Sharmagne Open Forum For Discussion Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:00:38 GMT /section-546-open-forum-for-discussion#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7672 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7565-this-isn-t-a-poem https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7565-this-isn-t-a-poem i am back... but only in secret... shhhh the debutante The treasure state's southern belle Fri, 30 May 2008 02:06:22 GMT /section-108-the-treasure-state-s-southern-belle#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7565 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7565 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7565 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7549-not-an-mfa--.wtf https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7549-not-an-mfa--.wtf if anyone reading this has an MFA, I'm obviously envious as hell......yeah, that's it Kat Kat's poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:08:09 GMT /section-427-kat-s-poetry#comments 11 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7549 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7558-servetus-circulation-ceased https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7558-servetus-circulation-ceased When fagots crackle after being placed oiled and stacked; acrid smoke of black heresy choked  Servetus as Calvin's hand demanded death  and Servetus' circulation heated first then ceased as he twisted into rethinking divination and trinity made little use for flames destined to consume ideas medically premature. Logos generated each fiery tongue Sememes shifts each new cry to scold a God who then turned away rejected Orthodoxy took heretic council and the Geneva Convention was to be eternally damned Christianismi Restitutio! Christianismi Restitutio! Where French and Roman liegemen unite under a banner blackened with boiling blood and books as the Devil defined his role then defiled tomes laughingly. A pure radical without self condemnation but the age's ultimate unitarian martyr doctored abstractions then burned to death with his ankles shackled to his words ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Fri, 28 Mar 2008 10:25:14 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7614-fluorescent-lights-and-coffee-spoons-a-villanelle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7614-fluorescent-lights-and-coffee-spoons-a-villanelle In the rather dull middle of the day I sit and wonder where you've gone Has all of your passion just withered away? Where is the sunshine where we used to play? Into the shadows our smiles have withdrawn In the rather dull middle of the day Have we forgotten so soon just what to say? As your queen swiftly defeats my lowly pawn Has all of your passion just withered away? Light forces the honeyed moon to fade to grey Sleepy fingers beckon with the curtains drawn In the rather dull middle of the day Is this cruel world sure to keep laughter at bay? Or will the light in your eyes once again come on Has all of your passion just withered away? ... more Shan Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen) Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:20:57 GMT /section-37-shan-s-crap-shannon-mcewen#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7614 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7614