The PigPen's Resplendent Kaffeeklatsch

[milo]

done. Managed to tease a few comments out so I could drop some extra links. Dropped it around 12 times today.

[milo]

you know - bringing up Mercedes makes me remember
she promised - on multiple occasions - right here on this board
that if I ever came to NZ she would buy me a beer.

My question - do i have legal standing?

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also - and on an unrelated matter -
I frequently watch the bots
how they haunt the who's online
forum. What will they pick? What draws them?

I work hard to write a poem
worthy to draw the attention
of the bots inhabiting the who's online forum?

Occasionally they will pick something
something I wrote long ago - infused
with the energy of the young

Are they drawn to the vibrancy of my youth
back when I would write lines like -
"We salute you our AI master -

Please conquer our world a little bit faster"
- and today - and for no reason at all -
they are drawn to the drafts

second draft of a poem in the novice forum
third draft of a poem about electric sheep
it makes me wonder - and at this point

I bet you wonder too - if I did make it to NZ
now - with mercedes long gone - and the executor
of her estate did the right thing

and took me to some swarthy NZ bar
and bought me a round - or - first shout
do you think they would get me second draft?

[wasellajam]

My current favorite from just mercedes from the Sestina practice threads, attention all those who think forms are hooey.

I live alone, in the bush, just below
McInally mountain, part of the high
alpine range. Canberra’s lights reflect
from clouds to the north, their shine
reduced by distance to a glow. My river
joins the Murrumbidgee, becomes their water.

I generate power, pump my own water,
collect firewood for free, fish in the pools below.
I watch from my bed, look down on the river
for food, like a kingfisher perching on high
but I can’t fly like him, a fast arrow shine
of blue. I am lonely, blue too, I reflect.

As I finish work I hear loud music, reflect
on loneliness, decide a bourbon and water
before driving home might put a shine
on my day. I stand at the bar chatting; below
on the dance floor dancers gyrate, high
on energy, moving like a flooded river.

It’s been raining. I wonder if I’ll cross the river
tonight. If I can’t see the white rock reflect
in the crossing, the river is running too high
for me. I’ve already lost a car to the water
this year. The rock shows the safe level below.
I won’t cross if I can’t see it shine.

In the bar’s darkness, teeth and eyes shine.
I meet a man with dark hair like a river
that flows down his back. He gestures below
to the dancers. His welcoming eyes reflect
my smile. He leads, I follow like water
this stranger. I want him. I want to get high

on music, dancing, getting to know him, high
on life again. I laugh, and watch his eyes shine
like ripples of moonlight playing on water.
Something’s starting. As raindrops join in a river
we’re moving together. Our shadows reflect
only one. We’re joined above and below.

We stand high on a cliff overlooking a river
through new land. Stars shine around us, reflect
new patterns emerging in the water below.

[milo]

My current favorite from just mercedes from the Sestina practice threads, attention all those who think forms are hooey.

I live alone, in the bush, just below
McInally mountain, part of the high
alpine range. Canberra’s lights reflect
from clouds to the north, their shine
reduced by distance to a glow. My river
joins the Murrumbidgee, becomes their water.

I generate power, pump my own water,
collect firewood for free, fish in the pools below.
I watch from my bed, look down on the river
for food, like a kingfisher perching on high
but I can’t fly like him, a fast arrow shine
of blue. I am lonely, blue too, I reflect.

As I finish work I hear loud music, reflect
on loneliness, decide a bourbon and water
before driving home might put a shine
on my day. I stand at the bar chatting; below
on the dance floor dancers gyrate, high
on energy, moving like a flooded river.

It’s been raining. I wonder if I’ll cross the river
tonight. If I can’t see the white rock reflect
in the crossing, the river is running too high
for me. I’ve already lost a car to the water
this year. The rock shows the safe level below.
I won’t cross if I can’t see it shine.

In the bar’s darkness, teeth and eyes shine.
I meet a man with dark hair like a river
that flows down his back. He gestures below
to the dancers. His welcoming eyes reflect
my smile. He leads, I follow like water
this stranger. I want him. I want to get high

on music, dancing, getting to know him, high
on life again. I laugh, and watch his eyes shine
like ripples of moonlight playing on water.
Something’s starting. As raindrops join in a river
we’re moving together. Our shadows reflect
only one. We’re joined above and below.

We stand high on a cliff overlooking a river
through new land. Stars shine around us, reflect
new patterns emerging in the water below.

yah - she was one of the best.  Cheers to mercedes.

Also, have you ever heard of a double sestina?

[wasellajam]

No, I haven't, have you? It would have to be really good to stretch my attention span.

[milo]

No, I haven't, have you? It would have to be really good to stretch my attention span.

so, yes, I have heard of a double sestina and years ago an old friend of mine (who I have not heard from forever) wrote a triple sestina.

It was both one of the best and worst things I have ever read.  Massive in scale, scope, allusion, reference.  It seems an impossible thing to accomplish for mere mortals

[wasellajam]

No, I haven't, have you? It would have to be really good to stretch my attention span.

so, yes, I have heard of a double sestina and years ago an old friend of mine (who I have not heard from forever) wrote a triple sestina.

It was both one of the best and worst things I have ever read.  Massive in scale, scope, allusion, reference.  It seems an impossible thing to accomplish for mere mortals

While my first thought was Why would you? Then I figured someone who recently wrote an acrostic sonnet should shut her mouth.

[milo]

No, I haven't, have you? It would have to be really good to stretch my attention span.

so, yes, I have heard of a double sestina and years ago an old friend of mine (who I have not heard from forever) wrote a triple sestina.

It was both one of the best and worst things I have ever read.  Massive in scale, scope, allusion, reference.  It seems an impossible thing to accomplish for mere mortals

While my first thought was Why would you? Then I figured someone who recently wrote an acrostic sonnet should shut her mouth.

I should post is somewhere - poems you love I suppose.  It is a thing of majesty. Everyone in the world should read it.

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I don't want it to get lost in that massive thread though. I had forgotten about it until now. Went and checked an old email account from long ago and - sure enough - there it is along with my editing notes. i have trimmed all of those out that I could find.

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it is - btw - 6 stanzas of 36 lines apiece with repeating endwords and a final 6 line envoi

[wasellajam]

so, yes, I have heard of a double sestina and years ago an old friend of mine (who I have not heard from forever) wrote a triple sestina.

It was both one of the best and worst things I have ever read.  Massive in scale, scope, allusion, reference.  It seems an impossible thing to accomplish for mere mortals

While my first thought was Why would you? Then I figured someone who recently wrote an acrostic sonnet should shut her mouth.

I should post is somewhere - poems you love I suppose.  It is a thing of majesty. Everyone in the world should read it.

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I don't want it to get lost in that massive thread though.  I had forgotten about it until now.  Went and checked an old email account from long ago and - sure enough - there it is along with my editing notes.  i have trimmed all of those out that I could find.

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it is - btw - 6 stanzas of 36 lines apiece with repeating endwords and a final 6 line envoi

maybe tomorrow. maybe

[milo]

Alright. Goodnight. Let’s do it again tomorrow

[wasellajam]

Alright. Goodnight. Let’s do it again tomorrow

lol, I looked in poems we love. I meant maybe I'll attempt to read that massive thing tomorrow, maybe. But sure, let's do it again tomorrow.

[milo]

well, good morning then

[wasellajam]

Good morning! I got a longer sleep than normal and am only on my first cup. I feel energized but not enough to want to go out into the ice and snow. The great benefit of getting old is I don't have to, what a luxury. So I'll be around, might even write a poem, who knows? Hope you all have a good one.

[milo]

Good morning! I got a longer sleep than normal and am only on my first cup. I feel energized but not enough to want to go out into the ice and snow. The great benefit of getting old is I don't have to, what a luxury. So I'll be around, might even write a poem, who knows? Hope you all have a good one.

plenty of time to read through a triple sestina I would think.  What a pleasure.  What a luxurious pleasure.

[wasellajam]

Good morning! I got a longer sleep than normal and am only on my first cup. I feel energized but not enough to want to go out into the ice and snow. The great benefit of getting old is I don't have to, what a luxury. So I'll be around, might even write a poem, who knows? Hope you all have a good one.

plenty of time to read through a triple sestina I would think.  What a pleasure.  What a luxurious pleasure.

Maybe after the second cup.

[wasellajam]

Ha, just saw Secret Mall Apartment. Life as art, art as life. Pretty inspiring., and funny.

[CRNDLSM]

I'll play milos villanelle game if he wants to start it off

[milo]

I'll play milos villanelle game if he wants to start it off

yah, I will see if I can set something up this weekend

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Ha, just saw Secret Mall Apartment. Life as art, art as life. Pretty inspiring., and funny.

never heard of it before - might check it out

[milo]

Hello pork factory, I am knee deep in a time intensive project so my attentions are split but I am still checking in regularly and thinking of you guys